Primarium Opus

Primarium Opus

 

A Poem Written in the Aftermath

Of Having Witnessed a Strange Assembly

Of Winged Creatures, Painted on Clouds

And Moving Ominously Across the sky

 

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To behold the last gleams of sunset

Is to glimpse the primary work of the artist,

The one within that expects us to comprehend

The most complicated of all spiritual truths

 

Via only the interplay of

Light, form, and color -

 

We know this is so because we still recall

The hopes we shared on the day of our creation

 

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Consider that eternity

Is forever before and after

Every moment of measurable time:

That we occupy a momentary space

Between that immeasurable before us

And that immeasurable after us

 

It is beyond our ability to reason!

 

But we are not overwhelmed

With wonder about the enigma of time,

But with wonder about the mystery of us

 

Because without us,

Time does not exist

 

 

-III-

 

We are Everything because our reality

Is the only one that we are allowed to know

 

We are the shadow maker

And the puppet impaled on a pole �"

Mere players that have never seen the sun,

But claim to know of it and play to an audience

 

Comprised only of Heaven

 

Yet, we would know more of the sun

And we invent others who claim to have seen it

 

And emphatically say so �"

Not just to us, but to others

We have invented to marvel as we do

 

And thus, our every experience of sunset

Is tinged by a sense of indefinite sadness,

Even the most gratifying of those occasions

 

We may live in the moment, but we are mindful

Of what it will be like when the gloaming is gone,

And we are left to our feelings of isolation and despair

 

 We are the proverbial “foreigners in a foreign land,”

And we are every moment homesick for a place

 

We may never have actually been.

 

Blessed be the God and Father of Our Lord Jesus Christ

Who Has Blessed Us in Him with Every Spiritual Blessing

In the Heavenly Realms, for He Chose Us in Him

Before the Foundation of the World.

 

Ephesians 1:4