Jeremiah Sater
The Gleaming
Gleaming grandeur attracts the many,
drawing them into a forever trap.
Possibility of escape is rare,
though can be found when all is lost.
When escape is seen,
they often turn back,
never knowing life without
that gleaming grandeur.
Held tightly within its grasp,
at first they may have resisted,
while accepting the fate,
but now resting comfortably.
The gleaming grandeur holds them in awe,
blinding them from the things around them,
never knowing what truly should be seen,
trapped with the grasp.
They hold onto it,
serving it, rather than it serving them,
forgetting what should control what,
living forever in its grasp.
Forgetting their past,
and those outside the light of the grandeur,
they walk with the blind,
the blind leading the blind.
But can those blinded find the sight filled?
impossible is not impossible,
but first they must look past the blinding gleam,
to see that there is life beyond it.
The gleaming grandeur only controls
what the heart allows in,
bringing reality to perspective,
the grandeur loses its hold.
The gleaming grandeur will always remain,
near the heart,
waiting to enter,
to fade out reality, slowly regaining control.