Black Chalice

I am the most powerful man in the world. Yet, no armies are at my command, no great wealth have I obtained from corporations, non bow in my presence, and I am not esteemed in politics. I am a humble man, poor, and without want. Yet, I can change how a man thinks, how a heart crushed with emotion can become relieved and I can create your dreams.
I walk the shallow road, past your houses, and your shops. I see people converse and as I walk through them, they take no heed to my presence.
I am alone, though my memories and my thoughts are not.
The lives of men and women are open books, flapping their pages in a storm, quickly do they flutter, and swiftly do they close, ending their story. My goal is naught as I wander, turning the day to night and back to day again.
All age before me, yet I aged long ago. For wisdom is only forged in an age, and I have had many. You shall not see me unless I wish it, touched by my glance, yet do not focus upon my presence, for you shall only glimpse me from the corner of your eye.
Time is but a cloak, life, the hat you chose and faith the shoes you wear, but faith is stronger than religion, for faith is the flame in your heart, the dream in your mind that burns and sets fire to your emotions and will provoke you to inspire, and be inspired.
My tools are the branch of life, the knife of death, the staff of order, the cup of love, and the drum that beats all into existence. My robes are the clouds above in the sky, my altar the land beneath your feet, my candle the sun and the moon, and my incense the very scent of all, and everything.
I see you watching me, just now, breaking the barrier of all three worlds, creating a sacred space between us. Should I step forward, closer? No. Your eyes do not falter from me, but what would happen if, you, took that step towards me?
Would you dare?