With Fire

A road begun, so distant. A masterpiece, insistent. Divided rolls at parting, provided each a farthing with usury demanding. Each master understanding not but through a darkened glass. Wayward paths, they were both leading. The messenger lay bleeding in darkness, cold and shivering til light broke forth delivering. Crystal shards now his to gather, remains of what was shattered, at long last to be arranged. Setting forth, but then quick falling. Ill regard toward the calling. Dreams bright light fell into dim, and the mass of Hell crept in, as the words spoke once in warning cloak the messenger in mourning, while eternity peers down. Burning coal, a gift from heaven, once bestowed becomes a leaven, as a single grain begun, sprouting forth toward the sun. Calling out, the pathway paving, lifts the messenger and saving as the poems penned long ago… come forth. TBC