Squeeze

Squeeze 8/28/2014   

The dead are living

And the living are dead

As we try and crawl through a pinhole

On our way to the end.

Pushing at others

But never pushing ourselves

We circle again

Without thinking at all. 

Rudderless and pointless

We ride an empty vessel

To an unknown destination

Of obvious extinction. 

You can tell by the face

What is hidden in the mind

As God gives us clues

In parchment and clay.

But many refuse to see

And are blinded by emotion

Unable to accept

What is obvious and true.

Paint a picture of courage

At the moment of recognition

Turning our heads backwards

In defiance and determination. 

The tipping point is reached

And now are eyes are opened

At long last immoveable

Heroic and noble.

For we have taken the leap

And no longer fear

A long time coming

A deep and terrible dawning.

This is the beginning

Of a long forgotten ending

As the king gathers his harvest

And grinds the rest under.  

Rejoice at the revelation

That now we can see

Everything for what it is

And what it should be.

There greatest victory awaits

But not without bitter sacrifice

As we let go of all allusions

And step into the fray.