Make It Sacred

Or die trying to find unity

Bradley J Nordell
Feb 14 · 2 min read
Photo by Yaoqi LAI on Unsplash

This world diamond lattice rigid
and we but water flowing
upwards toward some unknown
abomination of mortal toils.
As heavenly hope falls, lost druids
of hourglass wanderers,
from the cracks of existents
slither into the night with shadow
and the morning without light
querying, if all these cosmic cycles
was for a reason,
that is the multiverse of a single life
would there be morality to cling
or are all things permitted,
in the dunes of eternity?

Why do we wear our shackles,
branded with logos and
categorical penitentiaries,
conceptual consciousness
strangling the life right out
of us, leaving us heaps of bones
and muscles, to rot in the boredom
of our corporate oligarchs.

I wonder what those men of the cloth
ponder, when the blind lions
wander the halls of justice, plundering
with a spear and the gun
sword and the virgin’s blood
shedding the true face
of their creator,
replacing it in their image,
of confused self-hate.

I wonder,
when the world dies,
what will be etched
upon the pillars of life?
Will evolution remember
Our revolutions
Will it remember
that we were oil junkies?
will it warn the next generation
of our ignorance, fear swapped for hate
the heads cleaved,
necks popped,
and widows stranded
for green paper mache’,
we’ve confounded meaning and change,
what we do to our fellow humans,
can we truly label ourselves,
saints?

What about the radiation
still left behind from
our folly and inability
to talk instead of kill?
or will it speak of a lover’s moment
a beautiful march toward freedom
or are art that withstood the test of time
of our poetry, that
tore kingdom and built hope
I’m countless lives
the power of a pen
and the weakness
of a blade.

I wonder,
Why it is so necessary
to make every moment holy
to kill for the sacred and sublime
why is that with piety
murder of the enemy
seems justified?
When the sword,
has been brought into
the heart of every
Buddha
who walked
into the dark,
and turned on
the light within.

© Bradley J Nordell 2021

If you enjoyed this poem, you might also like to read:

Scribe

Stories that matter. Emotion first and foremost.

Sign up for The Story Box

By Scribe

The Story Box is a lovingly written newsletter featuring delightful stories and all updates from the publication. Every Sunday, just for you. Take a look.

By signing up, you will create a Medium account if you don’t already have one. Review our Privacy Policy for more information about our privacy practices.

Check your inbox
Medium sent you an email at to complete your subscription.

Bradley J Nordell

Written by

Quantum physicist, science writer, explorer of the mind and philosophy, fiction writer, poetry, and creator of worlds. Find me on Twitter @bradleynordell

Scribe

Scribe

Stories that matter. Emotion first and foremost.

Bradley J Nordell

Written by

Quantum physicist, science writer, explorer of the mind and philosophy, fiction writer, poetry, and creator of worlds. Find me on Twitter @bradleynordell

Scribe

Scribe

Stories that matter. Emotion first and foremost.

Medium is an open platform where 170 million readers come to find insightful and dynamic thinking. Here, expert and undiscovered voices alike dive into the heart of any topic and bring new ideas to the surface. Learn more

Follow the writers, publications, and topics that matter to you, and you’ll see them on your homepage and in your inbox. Explore

If you have a story to tell, knowledge to share, or a perspective to offer — welcome home. It’s easy and free to post your thinking on any topic. Write on Medium

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store