POETRY

Do We Play God? Or Does God Play Us?

Walking the threefold path of sacred union

Photo by Yousuf R on Unsplash

Open and close,
but nobody knows,
from whence it comes,
or where it goes.

A light above,
A dark below,
They meet and merge,
And become my soul.

The vast unseen,
and the deep rooted ground,
they danced, then dined.
It was me who they found.

The fire was sparked.
Lead turned into gold.
Sacred magic was sung,
and life took hold.

It’s not just about sky,
and climbing high,
to earn your throne,
beyond this life.

It‘s not just about soil,
and the fleeting pull,
of hedonistic pleasure,
in this mortal coil.

It’s about sacred union.
It’s a gift and a test.
To walk, to wonder,
And to strive for our best.