Crazy to think,
that deity would sink,
down to our brink,
to bring back the link that was lost between the clay and the Potter at quite a great cost.

As they strayed from their mould,
bowed down before gold,
still carrying His image,
they scurried and scrimaged,
looking for life in places outside of it's source,
like looking for light apart from the Sun.

He saw their conundrum,
so He sent His son,
in the most perplexing form,
an innocent child.

Kings trembled at the news,
a certain Herod saught for all firstborn boys to be killed as he desperately clinged to his power.

Nothing could stop the reign of the Son of man,
he grew to be a carpenter,
a humble servant,
the epitaph of meek strength,
the fullness of God in the flesh of a man.

Constantly becoming,
hopefully better rather than worse,
questioning whether I'm part of the cure or the curse.

To be a villain is often a choice,
A hero is often chosen,
the villain fights for what isn't theirs,
the hero lives within their gift,
the hero channels pain to power,
the villain breeds more pain.

A story ****** draconian,
puzzling many a historian,
in the bleakest hour,
display of weakest power,
of God on Golgotha,
on the heal of heartache,
hung the broken Potter,
lightning severing the snake,
thunder tore the veil,
that all the dead may wake,
what a glorious tale.

The tightrope we tread where life unveils itself from the filter of our imagination to it's stark shocking reality.
We can either kick or scream,
or wake up from the dream,
For the things we struggle to find the words to mention,
we walk on and hold things in tension.

Eyes weary scene it all,
if I stumble blame the fall.
Second Adam just believe.

Tipping on a tightrope,
holding it in tension,
closer to a far hope,
beyond comprehension.

Silence and soliloquy,
raging against atrophy,
freedom only slavery,
sing a sweeter symphony.

The pen is a blessing and a curse,
Only so far can these words nurse,
Everyone remembers Shakespeare
but few Wordsworth,
To be or not to be,
the only thing that matters truly,
to be or not to be.