Stillness

The trees are still
as if they wait for some occurrence.

The crowds, they mill
restive and disturbed.

They heave in unison
their patience boiling beyond control

but there is the one
who is wise and mired in the ways of ol'

He looks at the skies,
the light fails mockingly in the distance

But in him, he knows,
there is force to carry forth, a Constance

He steels himself to a fate unknown
there is much to teach and much more to learn

Yet the time is not to dwell upon such,
The time is to burn..

Burn...Burn all doubt and questioning
Burn...Burn all quake and quivering
Burn...Burn all fear and disbelieving
Burn...Burn all thoughts and thinking

And emerge Pure.
Purified in the fires of the Almighty God

Emerge from her womb
A Purpose, recognized himself by the lord

A predator, A hunter, An honorable soul
Perform, he will.
None other - would be his Goal.

Reign supreme, your fiefdom
O Lord, For this temple is yours.

Nothing but a sweet stillness & -

I am You;
You are I.