MisCreation

metaphysical prophecy poem of revolution and awakening of Goddess

 

The pundit's gaze, a lightfilled haze

shrinks me 'til a mote am I

to float with others, less than flies

in consequence to That Which Rules

 

O, think we fools?  O, think we lost?

Dismiss our pain, and pay the cost,

ye pompous Kings and gilded Popes

for darkness hides the growth of hopes

that topple stone

and crowned throne

 

At last, at last, our time is come

the die is cast, the beating drum

announcing that which prophets hid from.

 

No one said this time would be

no Seer willing was to see

when God Himself a blindfold wore,

afraid to know the final score

of what He pleased to call a War.

 

The Armageddon prophesied is falling flat

The dormant seed did fall

unmarked by those on High,

of lofty gaze and eagle eye

 

The humble stone did fall, alone

to land on barren rocky paths

Was spurned by pilgrims as they passed

enroute to distant Holy Lands

to pyramids and burning sands

 

The seed, at last, begins to root 

and sending out its tendrilled shoots,

does grow 

 

and, oh! Be wary, child of Earth:

you know not that which seekest birth

Take care, o daughter of the Land

lest careless thou tread flat the hand

unfurling infantlike in fronds

Sunder not the fragile bonds

of life which seekest after life

 

The planet's newest form is nigh,

invisible to mortal eye

for 'mortal' means, "The ones who die"

 

Let those who seek and care to see

be those who live and dare to breathe

for hope despairing bears the seed:

If hope should die, then death shall feed

upon the green and growing thing

which, nameless, causes birds to sing

a different note, to strike a chord

to resonate the primal Word

and, spoken once, in whispered trance,

forever break the Cosmic Dance

 

- and God shall wake, and know His fate

- that He has need of His lost mate -

 

His anguished grief and mourning cry

will wake the earth and shake the sky

‘til She who once was lost is found

and Mother Goddess underground

will rise:  and oh!  the Earth shall quake!

as Goddess stands, Her place to take

and oh!  the Heavens too shall writhe

as exiled Angels find themselves

unbidden, unexpectedly, alive

 

And how will this affect the Light -

when cosmic Lovers, sundered, reunite?