Ancient Fire

Forced down from Eternity’s Mountain

You were misshapen into an image

By the hands of inferior, infantile souls,

Who were barren of your immortal wisdom.

They demanded your attributes

To be blackened by their own desires;

And these resentful, envious children

Placed pieces of your burning coals

Into pottery much too crude for your magnificence.

And Your glory faded into ashes.

They mixed you with their clay

Shaping you into a mask

For chosen ones to wear

Imbuing them with your characteristics

Elevating them to demigods

While rending unity from humanity.

Now,

I pursuit you in the masquerade

Chasing the enlightenment of you,

As it flickers like bits of a golden fleece

Stuck to the brambles of mankind.

I search for the unknowable answers

And seek out perceptive understanding

While wondering how the Creator

Became a creation…..

And I wonder if I will ever again

Recognize your face.

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