An Advent of Ascension

Part II: Folly

I set out on a ways
Never courted by thoughts
Of homesick or fear,
For I had no knots
Of familial lineage
To keep my chain
From lofty gravels
I must ascertain.
A moss matted wood
Befell me first
With so lush a growth
Yet a wretched thirst.
The tree bark cried
Of an inclement fate
While it's sad leaves meandered
A dance not straight.
Whereto the trees led
Remained unknown as air,
Always felt
But you see not there.
Had not I been graced
By a breeze of the LORD
Surely I would have been lost
And my mission gored.
Residing on an equal hill
Far above the thicket
Sat a most uncanny dwelling
With a gate and wicket.
As I climbed the road
I felt primal instincts
Of a prey hunted
Outside of his precincts.
The eyes of God
And His transcendent court
Encumbered my plow pusher
With unsettling sort.
Marching forth
To the alien complex
I observed arcane carvings
To which with context
I was able to see
Recounted our Maker
And Man's rebellion
Against the Sovereign Caretaker.
Crowning the imprints
Was our Lord's rise
Into glorious Heaven
Above the clouded skies.
As I rest my callased
Upon the door
My mind reached out
And began to implore
Visions of a world
Perfect and clean
Subtracted of hounds
Who demonize the scene.
Lest ye oppose God
Who in all things controls
Eradication and scorn
Follow your souls.
This door of mind
And thought alike
Treasured power
To seize and strike
Order into the beasts
Who bicker below
Bathing in oblivion
With inferior shadow.
Who else could forego
Such a trial?
For I was God's chosen
To next beguile.
With profound thoughts
Of my passing destiny
I opened the door
And welcomed my ecstasy.