Transcendence

Immanence.

Emmanuel was his name:
"God with us'"

Have you ever heard of the Eden people?
They graced the beauty of the gardens,
as kindred, bred with innocence
and clothed with nothingness.
Soulmates are hard to come across,
especially if the roads we tread on
lead to the deserted places in our hearts.
It is even harder to keep them.
The wax on the candle seems
put and in shape,
unshaken and unmovable
until the match is struck.
How do apples fall from grace?
Do they wait for autumn too?
But the serpent hearts
slither even through the most purest.
A deceiving tongue and dishonest intentions.
The sun was the witness of all these.
The apple trees would grow and die,
the sun would still remain.
It had seen sin and truth,
lies and merciless wars.
He had seen peace and turmoil
and whether blood was spilled or not,
he had always paid devotion to the soil.
Wars were always a failure.
Anyone who stepped up for war
lost a bit of themselves in the mayhem.
The wise ones created none
and fought to keep peace flowing.
The rains would pour,
even in the most mystic places.
Where wounds were healed
and in where the rain itself was prayed for.
There was the unusual
upsetting of events
when someone remarkable
stepped up to a podium
and changed the face of the planet.
The doers, the movers, the shakers.
The very people who advanced us.
But it's confusing.
"We will all be judged by the courage in our hearts."
And it's not like times are not different.
The air we breathe has lost its fragrance
and the perfume in our hearts dampened.
The color of the blue sky has faded over time,
the blue in our oceans diluted.
I have heard praises are unsung
and hate is filled in the air.
To look good, we looked for wrongs.
Petty. We lost our pretty.
We have wanted so much
but have lost so much in this pursuit.
We have been wounded and love has left us.
We are empty and our banks are dry,
our wells cracking dry.
Now is the time we need each other.
We need us.
We need to open the floodgates
and let the love naturally flow.
To rise above hate,
we need to understand ourselves.
We are weak-willed sometimes
and unforgiving.
We are pretentious mostly
but it's something we could change.
If we would learn to love ourselves.
If we would learn to treasure who we are.
If we would learn to spread this love.
If we would learn to fight
only the fights we
are ready to be consumed with.