awakening stone.

I’m a passionate
lover of your souls
bloom, and a devout
gatekeeper of your
honeyed face
fountains.

This darkness is not a curse

But an awakening stone against

The rib of the journeyman,

Numb by complacency and

The carnal pleasures of the world

This is your house, your shrine

Truth be told; there’s no incense

The altar of sacrifice is broken

Our devotion ebbed, gatekeepers

And her priest; stripped of their

Garment, wearing illusions

O’ he will preserve his name

He will maintain his gardens

He will make a name for himself

God will throw a stone —

He will wake us up, to

Return to the altar

In contriteness

Of heart and

Brokenness of

Spirit.

Ag. McDaniels / ZZ.100

”awakening stone”