Long have I gazed at the stars above,
Created by accident or omniscient love?
Yes, I too can think deep,
Speak in descriptive vocabularly I like to speak,
I am human, after all,
Constantly trying to transcend my simple form.
Long have I wondered at our creation,
A simple conjurer's trick of wild animation?
No, surely there is more to it,
Than atoms colliding and merging as they see fit,
Conscience has arrived from somewhere,
Made to make us think, feel emotion, be scared.
Long have I endured man's chaos of lust,
That which we make, we break to dust!
Maybe, there is hope for us yet,
A salvation, a reimbursement for our debt,
Trickling through the mad world I see,
Perhaps, at long last, we will have destiny.
II
I plant this seed under the wild oak tree,
Patting the soil with my hands, to keep it safe,
A hope germinates within me,
That from this new life will breathe insight awake.
I shall return here, in twenty years,
Time will not matter to me,
By then, all confronted immaturity and fears,
Will have succumbed so I can see.
III
This is a walk into my own soul,
It is a walk into that which makes us whole.
It is a time of great reckoning,
It is a time for the gathering.
Can you hear the wings?
Brushing the air delicately so we can sing.
Can you hear the oncoming storm?
It will tear us apart before we are reborn.
Gathering Part One 
