An Advent of Ascension

Part III: Ascension

Particles of dust
Reigned from the crown
Of the unopened door
As I began to frown.
I saw not the thing
I hope to witness;
I beheld before me
Darkness to a distance,
Occupied only
By a small flame
Bright and punctual
Yet oddly tame.
Above the cold floor
This flame did sit
Suspended by nothing
Nor a thing holding it.
Drawn to its embers,
I sensed a call,
Beckoning so silently
I dare not stall
From the destiny that lay
Before my feet
To renew a world
Wrought with conceit.
To become like God
Passing holy retribution
Cleansing the lands
With divine resolution.
Passing brief moments
Turn into long hours
While foresights of correction
Blossom as flowers.
Had I not felt
A small faint warmth,
I'd be unwise
That I'd sauntered forth
Just a few steps away
From the uncanny flame,
Now within arm's reach
Calling silently my name
Beyond my knowledge
And afar from reason,
My thinker knew
In this due season
I have been chosen
To commune with He
Who sits at the throne
With a sacred decree:
I am called to appear
Before the court of the One
To rise up above all
And spare none
From my wrathful hand
And my just, right cheek;
The twisted will fall
And forgiveness seek.
Yes, indeed this,
without a doubt,
Was my destiny to be,
The one and only route.
I reached out my hand
To touch the fire
And commenced the Ascension
To Heaven higher.