Thank you Pt. 2

 Maybe...

you were aligning all along, 

as you gazed at constellations

connecting the dots to come home

following that inner north star.

So it couldn't have been him at all 

that was this needed catalyst,

but that voice

comes again...

this time from the front porch,

as though he'd been standing there.

No.

It's a ghost,

a projection of the mind

and imagination,

standing right there

looking at you 

like an old friend.

His eyes are

an instrument of a God,

marking you in place,

making you obey

and be a 

pious servant.

He speaks into you 

with out words

and caresses you 

without touch;

kneading you to be pliant.

Your souls heed the call 

of a covenant

made long before

you incarnated in this life.

And his presence shines like a firefly

illuminating you

and making you see

you've been shinning too,

so you open 

to taste the truth of who you are

once more

and believe

that you too

can glow in the dark.

TWH.