I have never knelt before You
For I detest the yoke
But is that the only reason why
I choose to turn from Your light?
For truly, I do not even know who You are
The one they claim You to be?
Or perhaps one of the others?
Are you none of them at all?
No one ever told me
To linger in the shadows
It’s where I chose to hide
From those who chose to follow
At first all I knew was Anger
At the chaos You had made
Like a selfish brat
Tired of His new toy
I came to understand though
That it was us that made You
That Your light was our light
Though we refused to take the lead
It used to matter more to me
But now it could matter barely less
Who stands in the light
Or who hides in the shadows
So once more I stand
Gazing determined at the climb
That lies before me
Ever higher towards my dreams
My blackened soul
Every leery
Never afraid
Never faultless
Did You send her for me?
Some portent as a guide?
A wayward ship lost at sea
In need of a beacon
She does not doubt
She does not hate
She uplifts my soul
She gives me hope
Yet I have to wonder
When I climb these stairs
At reach the End
Will I find You there?
And if I do
What will I do?
Will I strike You down
Or learn to kneel?
Will she be that beacon still
If the former
Or only if the latter?
A question asked to silence
Much in the same way
I know the answer
That awaits me
Atop the stairs
Rampant Swan 