In darkness we move.
We pass one another in the night.
The pendulum slowly swings,
The clock slowly ticks,
The sword slowly lifts, readying its strike.
Slowly it moves – a restless predator,
Stalking you, distorted creatures of darkness.
The ship will slowly turn from its course.
When the pendulum returns,
When the clock stops,
When the blade falls –
On which side will you be, creature of darkness?
When the destination is changed and the final course plotted,
Will you be present?
In this, the soul’s darkest hour,
You will not see it coming,
But come, it will.
In the darkness, time waits.
When is the darkest hour of the soul?
If the soul is our will, wants and emotions, our humanity –
Is it when we’ve lost our humanity? Is it when we stop caring? When we carelessly begin to rip each other to shreds? Is it when we sell our soul?
When have we sold our soul?
Is it when we let go of our own free will – our will to live, to resist injustice, to do what is right?
Is it when we relinquish our wants – On the one hand, did we become so saturated, so over-fed on the good life, the easy life, that we “want for nothing”? Or, perhaps on the other hand, some of us have suffered want in some shape or form for such an extended period of time, that we now believe ourselves unworthy of the right to want anything – care, love, even respect?
When have our emotions and our humanity been sacrificed?
Is it when we’ve become so stunted that we cease to feel, to have empathy? Or, is it perhaps when we’ve let our emotions run so freely that we cannot make any room for someone else to exist? In the end we’re left only with the ego.
Perhaps it is all of these. When our humanity and empathy dies, and hope is lost, what are we but distorted creatures of darkness? We can only move away from the darkness when we turn our gaze, hearts and hands to the lost, hurting and rejected. These are the thoughts that increasingly plague me. Like a ship, headed for a destination, I find myself slowly turning. Change can be slow. It is frustrating when one still sits in life’s classroom, being prepared for an unknown purpose. You want to get out there! I only know I cannot sit by and do nothing.
I look around me and I see that our darkest hour is now.