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

[fallen.angel.]

Hauntingly beautiful. The two words that popped into my mind as I finished reading this poem. Thank you for sharing!

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks for reading and the best two word response I’ve ever received!

[Arundass TP]

Excellent writing. Loved it and enjoyed

[redd Brick Keshner]

Owned. But not forgotten. A strange combination of thoughts and emotions conjured in the reading mind. A talented write 🙏🏻🕊

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thanks for reading and the kind words.

[redd Brick Keshner]

You’re welcome Michael 🙏🏻🕊

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Powerful and poignant. Hard-hitting.

[Michael Sun Bear]

I write this response for all of you who reviewed. Thank you for reading. I was thinking about the encounters with ”angelic beings” reported by both terminally ill patients before dying as well as reported by people who died and were revived. I just began wanting to write something outrageously fictitious about “angels” then the ending hit me. I wanted to pay some respect to the “spirit quests” of indigenous people. I have great respect and attunement to such practices. I wanted also to allude to my personal experiences arising from severe sleep deprivation where I have experienced a sense of company in the room, spirits I cannot see but feel. Call it legitimate, or call it mild hallucinations, depending on your beliefs. I do not believe in either angels or Satan in the religious sense they are typically personified, but I believe in them in a broader sense as a part of universal consciousness, and I think my ending message is very valid.

[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.

[Michael Sun Bear]

EMJ, thank you. Please see what I wrote to both you and Thomas.

[emmajoygreen]

Your thoughts and believes are so understandable.
The more one learns or even knows at first hand, a feeling, a shawl or curtain - wraps you in at least something. a partial cloak. For many there is blackness on self-demand, so said.. another point for another time. The divine is there, the thinker reaches for it and.. deserves what i would call the right spirit to someone who might have a speck of it already. Perhaps