Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Beyond the Pale, There Be Dragons


You cut the strings wrapped round our hands
And taught us a new dance, light in our steps
You chased away the marionette masters
‘Til they cowered in dark corners, gnashing their teeth
But we were afraid we would fall from our pretty painted shelves
So we bound our hair round our wrists, lifted our slackened arms
And stood still

You called down a cedar branch to pull us from quicksand
Renewing our minds so our feet remembered the firm feel of earth
You burned the marauders’ shovels and their watery solutions
So they were left with nothing to dig their next deception
But we were uncertain of the solid foundation under our walk
So we used our past to make our own liquid grave, eased ourselves in
And slowly sank

You sang over us as we crouched in our fetid darkness
Lighting us up with the truth of our purity, our righteousness
You cast out the bitter voice of the deadly harbingers
‘Til they clawed at their throats and choked on their breath
But we recoiled from this new sun shining through us
So we ran to the comfort of cold shadows, closed our eyes
And went blind

You thwarted every foe with song and branch and dance
You scattered our enemies to the outer edges of existence
You wept at our brokenness and bound our ugly wounds
You spoke us into life and loved us into freedom
You swam us through waters and flew us over skies
You won every battle teaching us the heartbeat of peace
And still we fought you

When will we open our eyes and hear your voice
Climb from the mire to be washed by your embrace
Unfurl our long freed wings and fly swiftly to you
When will we stop being the reason we can’t stand
When will we see that you have done it all
And it is all ours for the taking, if only, if only
We would.

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