Awakenings

All Sides (One Goal)

Look at them,
And how they fall.
There must be a past tied to the present –
Predetermined through Divination,
For those so oppressed,
For those beyond our call.
Why else would they fail,
And never breach our stature?
One side must have turned.
One tide must have churned –
Maybe written a way, a destiny,
In this, their Books of Life?
Though, to an effect
It was surely written:
“[They shall be] afflicted.”
And still, the message remains conflicted.
Some certainly blind simply choose –
When, what, where to see.
What about other passages –
Written complexly?
For here, there are two sides, opposing –
With One goal (infinitely):
For here, in each and every direction,
Where all awakenings could surely breathe –
Within us:
Two sides,
And beyond –
Another two;
From four corners
To a Center – (Truth).
Four poles:
Above us,
Below us,
To that which is Right,
And (at times), where it is left.
Yet always, there is a Center,
A Vine holding us together –
An offering branch,
As a heart (withstanding)
In every season of weather.
Within us,
All sides can be reached.
And without,
All tides may arrive (at times),
As possibilities to seek.
Above,
Below,
Within,
Without,
One goal –
Without a doubt.
Four triangles,
The building blocks –
A crystal,
A Trinity –
The foundation rocks;
A past story, chapters,
A future,
The Center knocks.
Who are we to judge
The poor and oppressed –
Those downtrodden,
Seemingly failed in success?
Which sides must have yearned?
Which tides must have burned
In these distinctive paths –
Whose Books appear to mirror a certain wrath?
Was it a choice, or choices –
From the dark, or of the Light?
Was it free will –
From a Spark, or of the night?
Was it from a sentence,
Or of a guided plight?
In all directions –
Where many stories may be spurned,
What questions?
Which questions?
And what more could be learned?
Who are we to judge –
Beyond ourselves,
While watching
In every season of weather?
Overall,
One circle, One Vine
(Offering a branch from a heart to a hand)
Is holding us together.
Alpha,
Omega,
The falls
In between –
The little ones,
The calls,
Our witnessing.
These are personal paths,
Individual,
Yet collective.
Should we sentence,
Beyond ourselves?
And where are we connected?
Across,
Between,
Side to side,
Listening.
An eventide,
A Light – all-encompassing.
Other questions:
Are we truly growing?
Overall,
What is the Reason  –
And where are we going?
Wherever we may end up,
Whatever our current stake (in Life),
Let us focus – again.
If not,
How many chapters upon others
Are we to rule, to begin?
The rich –
So often lost;
Mansions on hills,
Comfort, but at what cost?
The poor –
So often in drought;
Digging modern Niles,
Yet still, so many never doubt.
Some certainly blind simply choose –
When, what, where to see.
And yes, they are watching;
Is it eventide?
Is it all-encompassing?
Is it collective –
Overall?
Do the little ones have questions,
Voices,
Answers,
To our calls?
Looking up (oftentimes),
The poor may bleed;
From their eyes the rich are set:
“Yea, they have no needs.
They are like kings, or queens –
And to them, we are weeds.”
Looking down (oftentimes),
The rich may seed;
From their eyes the poor are met:
“Yea, they have no reeds.
They are like needles –
And to them, we are freed.”
“Judge not, that ye be not judged” –
Prophets, the Bible,
The Son says.
Open up,
Let the rivers flow;
Accept the Vine
(As a branch),
And welcome all that follows.
Alpha,
Omega,
The falls
In between –
The little ones,
The calls,
Our witnessing.
Above,
Below,
Within,
Without,
One goal –
Without a doubt.
In Heaven:
The Father,
The Word,
The Holy Ghost –
(One).
In Earth:
The Spirit,
The Water,
The Blood,
(One).
Looking up.
Looking down.
A cross in between.
A Book of Lives.
Witnessing.
Above us,
Below us,
To that which is Right –
Judge not,
Trudge not,
And there is Sight.
Let us sing:
The Life.
The Breath.
To all that was,
To all that is left –
You are the Miracle,
All that is Right,
All that is to be,
All that is Light.
You are everything –
A beginning, an end.
To Thee,
Prayers we send.
Of Thee,
On knees we bend.
You are everything;
You are the One;
My Father,
Our Father,
And The Son.
You are the Foundation –
And in time,
Twice begun.