the Promise

the promise

the promise

hidden in the fruit

loosed fear

upon the consciousness

the four rivers

could not wash it away

though the light was on

and we saw all we needed

the dark offered more

we toiled the soil

earnestly

but the fruit

did not satisfy

we adopted ritual

in hopes to evoke

an awakening

an understanding

of how to retrace our paths

back

we saw the Fire Bush

that still burns

within the essence

of our yearning

for eternity

and we feel the calling

the golden thread

is not found

in the Temple of Bricks and Mortar

go ye to the Temple of Breath

burn the dross

worry not the cost

of losing one’s self

for in the center of your garden

likes the promise

17 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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