Mystical poem written 2-25-25. Hymn To The Divine 14.
1. Licking flames ripple out, From the bewildered and blinking Sun, Into this world of easy compromises, This aching world of faded dreams I cry out again and again, And bow my head in prayer, Desperate for an accounting, From the thwarting angel How long must we wait, Divine? How long will the wicked reign? How much must the world labor, Under the yoke of the monstrous? We cry out to You, oh Good, oh True, Oh Beautiful, Oh Just, Oh Merciful, Oh Loving, we cry out for You and reach, Between the worlds, to all the worlds… 2. Here I stand, head above the Heavens, And feet sunk low beneath the Hells, A hollow rod of means between extremes, Sweating, warm and cold by turns Here I lay, head hot on the pillow, Body a mass of aches and tensions, Mind and heart left wanting, And wandering the Playground Here I kneel before the altar, Candles lit and incense rising, Like the words of my prayers, Singing the songs of my heart Here I cry, lamenting to You, “I just wish that things were different”, The constant cry of the child I was, The refrain of the woman I am 3. I am wedged between two mountains, Dry and parched in the Desert Of The Real, A creature trapped within creation, Like a blue Morpho butterfly on a pin But I look aloft to You, Divine, And down to You in the depths, I see Your face, so beautiful, Behind every face around me Flabbergasted and astounded, Mazed and quite amazed, I stand up to meet You, And come running to the door Your embrace long-awaited, Your smile beaming warmth, My heart breaking open to tell you, That I missed You so much
Art: Odilon Redon, “Buddha In His Youth”, (1904)