The Voice Of An Enigma

Mystical poem and Hymn to the Divine #12. Written 11-3-24.

1.
Wisdom speaks ever,
In the voice of an enigma,
True paradoxes and ironies,
Whispered from the shadows

In parables and myths,
I reach out to find You,
And grabbing onto the Light,
I close my hand on Nothingness

But in Nothingness (with twinkles!),
An universe has been born,
Stepwise and structured,
Shaped by Your joy

Nothing became Something,
Something became Everything,
Everything became Someone,
And Someone became Everyone

2.
But at what cost then, my Love,
Did You spin Yourself into existence,
Becoming Something and Everyone,
Only to fall back into Nothing?

The end is the beginning,
As the middles are the edges,
For time is a only a child,
Playing at childish games

Thus we are born of stars,
Living among a company of stars,
As the result of Your restlessness,
Oh my darling divided One

Countenance beheld countenance,
You knew even as You were known,
And suddenly frightened and in love, 
You sung forth the Word

3.
You were seen even as You saw,
For in singing Yourself into being,
You sang us into constant becoming,
A loving chorus of living stories

Terrified and gripped by Eros,
Looking into creation’s face,
And seeing Your own chance,
For a way out of eternity

You took a chance on existence,
Deciding just this once to trust in time,
And that the longest arc of history,
Would reunite You with Your beloved

And that’s the story up to now,
We look into each other every day,
As the company of stars assemble,
In preparation for the wedding