Shadows: Garment Of Light... Poem by Frances Kay

Hier-Era-Arc-Ye
Inspire me, to draw from thee
And bring closer to my heart
Ablaze in Glory, tried and free
The fire within, known, that thou art...
Hierarchy!
Higher march me -
Stretch me
Then let me go
A fall, I wither fro
To and from
A life among
My brother's hearts, so long -
Inspire me to ask of thee
What ails my withered dreams?
That fall apart
Then break a heart
Because of man-made seams...
Criss, cross and bind me strong
A garment made in light
Darkened even though my sight
By shadow ~ ego, strut my might -
Tether me, a call to make
In memory of all those, held ~ bound at stake
In Humanity, where ~ I am bound among
Not yet weary all, as thou, foregone...
And so as one, I do make the call
Not alone for self, but One for All
To Brothers winged, who took to flight
In deepest, darkest hour of night -
Remind me, how like a kite
I too no need to crawl, and
Standing upright, a man, as tall
Shall no law, that speaks, contrite
Intend me towards, in spite
That known to man as fall...
Then march me, left and right
My head held high, proceed
With torch alight
I'll do the deed
And meet the present need
Of the one who calls
And the other who falls
Or the One that has no creed -
In whom, each, are we known
As we journey toward home
God-speed, God-speed, God-speed...
Now I can make my move in space
With more than just a note of grace
And allied swift unto the whole
I make unknown my face -
To be seen, saddled, as a thief who stole
Bringing forth from buried deep
Raising high some load ~ forgotten stash
So light, now less than trash ~ it's ash
And graces not so tall a stall
With booty thought would keep
Not reap, others' treasure ~ my hoards!
Record's groove, made deep...
But my act on stage ~ I'd forgotten a game
Of impressive mementos ~ trips down memory lane
So, to steal incognito lies trussed in a fraud
A counterfeit captive, thought, known to be lord...
Then descend on wings, Angels, known as man's friend
Their Love and their Light, momentum to lend
To raise from a spurious dead man's confusion
The truth of that known, A-not-ther illusion
Commemorating man, seeking oblivious contention
Oh, how he need keep the closest attention
As he steps forward to lay claim on his Holy extension...
Arresting his memory, to the fire he makes haste
On the Altar of self-hood now completely effaced
Lies the man, now made Holy, Noble and Chaste...
I give thanks to the Angels of Hierarchy flown
This image of man and his truth made known -
Unfettered, he is made loose ~ allowed and to be
Heading not to the trip of a fall with a fee
To leave footprints across sand, engendered to trawl
Where the justice of man, would edit and forestall
His journey toward, the answer of his call...
And so it is, without a trace
For him no more, no need for a case
Of justice man's to enact - but grace
Enabled restitution, set up in a grave
Rendering sand ~ not it all, but a grain -
A pearl precious, he will always retain...
His message to us all ~ let us work, not refrain
From the base of a pyramid evolve though involved
The mysteries through mirror await to be solved...
To the pilgrim looking forward and hoping to progress
Lay foundations of letter and word, don't digress
The Sentence, the line, paragraph and the page, stress
These, too, will humbly impress
This building, dedicated, to the Lord...
Each part incomplete, is considered of the whole
A building of properties, each one a soul
Though appearance, apparent ~ would make, fallen down -
All, by their merits belong to the crown
Some tumbled give form to cement -
Create then ~ this house, outer tent
Binding that which is solid with that of lament -
Without waste, this form will sincerely, hold true
An endeavour not made, of merely, a few
For this construction holds stable
By not all necessarily able
To climb to the top of the tree
Each will give of themselves ~ all that they would
In order that others be made free...
And so set in stone and the mortar of this home
Gems, exquisite and not but on loan
Secured by a fabric, that had to be down thrown...
Free will is the motto
For all found in the grotto
To choose and make haste their incline -
No other can bind you or permanently hold you
To a space or bound place made of time
So with head, heart and hand, then feet move you too
Assistance is waiting at the end of a dialled line
For the call you are willing to put through...
With all speed make you haste, don't err or decline
To a great future ~ you are holding, this clue...