Hand over Hand 11/10/2014

Hand over Hand 11/10/2014

There are things

We still cannot grasp

Such as the mystery  

Of Birth, life, and death. 

What secrets others keep

Remain as riddles

That we have to decipher

After the fact. 

In the deepest black

Much is known

But we remain in the dark

And manipulated by fear.

Others play games

With life and death

Moving us, across a chessboard

Without a thought or care.

But they squander the gift

And are destined to lose

Defeated by an unseen hand

Swift and silent.

Point by point

The cruel rule the day

Methodically attacking

All who they hate.

Pounding the nails

And digging the ditch

In hopes of persecution

And genocide.

But it is they who will perish

And leave nothing behind

The same thing that always was

Before and after.

The cat in the box

Lives and dies

But so also do we

In another place and time.   

I reach out my hands

And pull myself back

Following the silver chord backwards

Hand over hand. 

The crown belongs to the worthy

And life is for the living

A gift for the good

Regardless of loss.