What Started As a Poem Will End as a Promise

we, the young and the restless,
ready and waiting with bones on fire
passion’s contagious ashes rising to the sky

we, the brave and the wreckless,
dancing and chanting before an open flame
what once lay sleeping now wakes and lives.
the weight of the sword still heavy in our hands.

my brother lay still as death in the grave
my sister, with her jutting ribs and face ashamed
could not look me in the eyes,
garbage heaps their inheritance and
wore their wounds as crowns,
the scavenging salt of the earth.
built castles of sawdust and sand for
fleas and moths to gnaw at flesh and the
wind to sweep away

then, what fire set us free
the hoarders who held onto everything
wild-eyed, it burned us alive, heat consuming heart and soul
died and with our death, so our control.
suddenly the beaten, the broken, the chained and marred,
were now the orphaned ones turned daughters and sons
no longer dancing over open graves
but a creation inheriting the life of the named

Oh brother, oh sister,
what fire sets us free.
wild-eyed, it burned us alive,
we breathe in its light and dare to whisper its name
chanting and dancing round the open flame
no such love dare be contained
though some may call you damned
you are the beautiful, the raw and the untameable
unfathomable and uncontrollable as the God that calls your name
and you will never be the same
those in your path cannot help but move
and I feel the shifting of the earth

you were called with gypsy feet and wandering hearts
back to the goodness of your father’s arms.
and you will be the fire,
you will be the wild things that bring your father joy
nothing can break the heart that sees the darkness of Hell
and chooses the consuming fire of Heaven and earth instead.

You will be the wild things that bring your Father joy
You are the favored, the blessed,
and what is broken in you cannot stay so forever
you’ve tasted peace, know no sweeter surrender
throw it to the fire and watch it change
What is worthless burns and the best remains
Though it tears to the marrow and you lay among the ashes
You are now that same fire that rises with Your father and dare not be contained.
The orphaned one now has a name.

we, the young and the restless,
ready and waiting with bones set fire
passion’s contagious ashes rising to the sky

we, the brave and the wreckless,
dancing and chanting before the open flame
what once lay sleeping now wakes and lives.
the weight of the sword still heavy in our hands.
who dare contain such hearts as these?
what on earth should hold them back?
nothing that stands against them will remain
for the strength of their hands is not their own.