There is a cloak
Covering his eyes
Three messages ringing in his ear and
A cross hanging over his heart
His mouth only utters platitudes
So his prayers never make it past low altitudes
He
Grows
Numb. For many years
He does not speak... why speak if
No one is listening
He sits under the tree of knowledge of good and evil and waits for
Apples to fall from the sky. This is his classroom.
But he doesn't make the grade.
He doesn't get the A, but day by day he learns how...
Truth hides in history and how history hides the truth...
And there is much hiding in the
History of the rectory, Africa and slavery.
Cause and effect...
In Nag Hammadi, the woman Sophia found the missing pieces of this
Puzzle... cause in effect this story has many puzzling pieces...
And many people are still missing...
And many nieces are still praying to a god in
The sky forgetting that She is always nearby.
Whereby
Impressions and light always change depending on where one is
Standing and what one is witnessing. Now that was truly mind boggling
But
He also learns
Compassion, kindness and forgiveness.
Now all these years later,
He returns to the house he left so long
Ago wearing a white flag on his sleeve.
Let him who is without sin caste the first stone...
Well he let go of sin and stones a long time ago.
Now he focuses on love,
And it is with love in his heart and Sophia's mystical wisdom holding
His hand that he steps up onto this soap box...
Knowing someone is always listening, even if that someone is only me.
Now he speaks...
Drink peace from whichever bottle you find it in,
But look around you...
There are many bottles on the shelf
There are many ways to
Know thyself