Bearer of the Cup

I bring them back to life
I re-member them with flesh and blood
I take the buried fragments of their souls
And like Osiris, piece them back
Together
These gods of ourselves most holy
They give us life if we be willing to
Partake
They make us re-call, re-think and re-
Claim
There is indeed, this im-beautiful tapestry
Of which each of us is
But one tiny thread
Intertwined with all the
Rest
This fabric undeniable
So easily burned by the
Fatal flaw of ignorance’
Dying flicker
I blow out the brief candle of small life’s time
Inhale the smoke
Strike an immortal flame
Out of the barren shards of rock
A word is summoned
And the incantation begins.