The Month of Silver

It's coming.

The days we've all been anticipating.

Are we ready?

Are our hearts steady?

We claim to await in eagerness,

But do we?

Do we really?

Why does no one ask,

"What is it you're eager for?"

Maybe we are scared to hear the answers.

Maybe deep down, we know we aren't eager for the right reasons.

Maybe,

Just maybe,

There's only a rare few of us who truly understand what this is all about.

The same few who see the light of this month coming from afar,

Like a silver light in the depths of the night.

The same night that will come to life,

Resonating whispers of silent prayers, until dawn.

A dawn that will last longer, for those who know better.

These people are among the few,

The same few who will take time to carve out names of their loved ones,

As their hearts speak to their Beloved One.

These are also the ones who will let the light in,

For they know the good comes from within.

They will love their mother,

Cherish their father,

Protect their brothers

And their sisters.

They will watch their mouth,

And veil their eyes.

They will cover their ears,

And use their hands to keep the others out of the fire.

Oh, why do you flinch at the word "fire"?

Is it because it reminds you of hell?

Don’t worry dear one, I wasn't referring to it,

For the fire I am referring to

Is the one we create in ourselves.

Thus who will you blame,

Now that the gates to the devil are closed?

Believers behold!

Be aware of what you're trying to hold,

Is it silver, or gold?

Are you seeing the light?

Or is it blinding you?

Beware

Beware

For the light of the Divine doesn't blind,

Only the dupe one does.