Oath

My hope is that hope remains,
For the promise of blood
And flesh that years past,
An oath was made.

But, there is no knowing
The strength of such things.
The eternity of such things.
The truth of such things.

Will you remember,
Beyond the doubt
And beyond the
Faltering of your faith?
Beyond the tidal swell
Of the emptiness
Which in you
Consumes all things?

You, who are 'needless.'
You, who are beyond
The simple comforts
Of flesh.
You who are most
When feeling less.

You who are cause
Of my own lacking.
You who are reason
For my knowing;
I deserve fullness and
Richness and healing.
That I am divine,
And that to live and
To feel and to know
Is divine.