Before rebirth,
both fiery and glorious,
in all its splendor..
arrives a silent moment
of complete defeat..
The Ender.

The sitting..
utterly dumbfounded,
struggling to mourn.
The staring..
purposelessly
with a blank,
unfeeling gaze..
upon a wall.
The laying..
shattered
into many pieces
on the floor.
With no momentum
left in you to bounce
right back..
after The Fall.

That is the holiest
state of the soul.
The moment
when you hear
the knock of faith
with greatest clarity
upon your door.
Your choice is either
to continue laying
still..

Or else to open up
your heart..
to that which
always drove
your will..
to life.
For, that
which frees you..
always knocks
upon your door..
from the inside.