A Thousand Beatiful Swords (POEM)

A thousand beautiful swords

Gleaming and graced,

How will you wield them

Will you deform your own face?

If your face be near

As well as far

Every stranger a looking glass

To see and heal

All your ancient scars.

A thousand beautiful swords

Full of strength and might

How will you wield them

To ravage another’s sight?

The brother’s eye you seek to

Pluck,

My dear one,

It is your own.

All this world’s

A hall of mirrors

No other faces,

Always your own.

Drink deep this elixir

Contained within my words

Let it reach every sinew

Every fiber

Every nerve,

Let it heal you of your afflictions

Your sorrow and your pain

Your oft regarded memories

So twisted, distorted, stained.

The fable writer lives amongst you

In your very house

Always crafting

Scheming

Have you feeling less than, scorned.

Drink deep this balm of Gilead

Let it lift your gaze

To the One who is eternal

Birthless, Deathless

Never on display.

These shops and stores

Catering to your tastes

Never quenching deep your seeking

Distractions for your pain.

Drink deep this clean elixir

Shake off your mortal coil

Come alive as Spirit

Amongst your brethren

And their toil.

You hold the light you seek

Dear One,

It’s never in another’s cave

It’s time to see the mirror clearly

Returning, free, unscathed.

There is no battle to be won

No flag that need be raised.

Your Holy Oaths

Serve only to protect you

While walking through illusion

Remembering This Grace.

Put down your weapons Dear One,

Sit tall

Breathe deep

And turn within

All answers of your seeking

Pulse bright along your veins

Be grateful I have told you

These words your soul lays bare.

Your faith is your protection

It’s drumbeat sings your Name.

The trust you hone

Will lead you home

Cleanse all the splinters

Beams and motes

From your downward gaze.

Join me on this journey

Dance o’er the quicksands

Lifted in your stage

You’re ready for this

Great emancipation

You never were a slave.

Freedom lives within you

Dear One,

And long before your grave,

If you choose it deeply

And walk it in my Name.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2011  Scott Patrick Schwenk  3/30/2011