Truth Found Me

An Encounter with the Divine

 

TRUTH FOUND ME

I did not quest for visions,

Nonetheless Truth found me.

Four mornings strung

I did not wake.

One does not wake

From the haunts of insomnia.

I rose from sleepless sheets.

I watched the sunrise 

Sheen on angels,

One hundred perched 

With crows in the trees.

I smelt coffee, bacon,

Weary went below

Where an angel at the stove

Pointed with spatula,

Sit, eat she commanded.

I sat with three holy,

Smelling sweetly of

Divine,

Three aglow, glistening 

Wrapped in robes of 

Light.

I was shown 

My Book of Life,

Made to linger over

Acts of Love,

Page upon page

Of times I found 

Courage and strength,

Was selfless and giving.

The spatula was pointed once more.

Go, sleep she ordered.

I climbed back in bed,

I tossed, I turned

Until I felt the slightest weight

Down at my feet.

His beauty was a terror

To behold, 

Satan.

He spoke in such a soft lilt:

Until you learn 

To love yourself,

I will always own you.

 

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Powerful and poignant. Hard-hitting.

[emmajoygreen]

The attempted meld of food and the divine is clever, make the less spiritual person capture the gist of your meaning. Shares what I think is a means of showing how the divine and its meaning, if not its spirit, feeds the heart and spirit. I think.