(Would Wisdom seek to teach its source?
Do now what I bid you, and all will be clear in the end.)
did I call you?
Self called Knight of low
With what humility did
My Father bid so seek me?
Is He now so weak
to call on the advice
what pledge do you respond?
From what darkness of your soul
Did you summon such a dream?
That I would bid you come from your
Peaceful dreams to fight for me?
one finds me
Nor in surrender
Do I know you?
I know you not,
Nor have bade you
Rise from your bed of self imposed death.
Would you promise to redeem me?
From what prison?
your pride so great?
you imagine yourself as a savior?
You, can hardly stand taunts of
How could you be my 'Savior?'
Why would the daughter of God on
High require a savior?
the skies were your voice,
I heard the laughter,
The derision, I wept.
saw a small flower,
My eyes looked skyward,
I saw a City,
I remembered your words so long
(Father mine, now the scales fall from my eyes as well.
But will they ever fall from Hers? Yes, Father, Ive
Come to understand exactly who she is.
of my soul,
The God within us
Calls to holiness
Beyond our Understanding.
My soul leaps When it hears your
As a child,
Within its mothers womb.
It is as the thirsty pilgrim sees
the oasis rising from the red and burning sand,
As the wandering, lost seek their home in God,
So does my soul reach for you.
For in you I have seen that which was lost so long ago
That time has long forgot that once
As once more we crossed the stream
of fire before the temple gate
Your sweet voice sang out the
prophecies so dire,
Went about my business,
To and fro among the sons of
WHO IS AND WAS
But to return,
(Why could you never learn, I was where you sought me not,
I was not where you quested in your vanity
Twas your heart I feared, though it pains me to admit it here.)
(Father, is she rememberingor
are they doomed again?)
In your place there was emptiness,
wept that I would never again sit with you,
Nere again hear the harps play
As you walked the fields
While children danced at your
AM WHO AM,
Love your daughter,
(In vanity I boasted of love not
true, but all consuming
In its rejection of the vision I
Or thought to seek,
Yet, when HE WHO IS,
Will speak, then even fools will
Seek Her Out Again.
Gather my cloak about me,
As a warrior, yet I stand, not
I remember Jerusalem, the Holy
Her Alabaster walls reflecting the
Eternal Light of
I stood, not clear, but knowing
that I somehow
a moment, dreamed a phantom kiss
Upon my cheek,
Wiping tears away.
They called me as I sought you,
Corrupter of youth,
Liar, darknesss Lord,
Knight of loves true journey
The name I was once hailed
Was as ashes in my mouth.
In my hearts dead core
grew a feeling,
dread, that never would I see
Your fairness again.
(Or was it gratitude that he
would no longer need to truly seek you,
could run away from the love he claimed?
And, daughter, tell me this, was
of you he spoke, or the one he called
Your adopted daughter?)
(Father, can we not do away with
this deception? We know who sent
And who tortured her so badly
she would not know him,
Though in deed her soul might
depend upon it, if you so willed.)
That my true fathers name was
what drove me,
Go up, old bald one, go up. The
children mocked me,
Yet I would not yield,
would not curse them as they wished.
Go away, old man, they said
I heard you
In their words so cruel,
Look upon yourself, you old fat
It did come from myself.
(As in ages past Father, again
you torture him with the fear that
He is the son of the evil
onewhy must this be?)
(Child, dearest, be silent and
observe, you will soon
Know all things but one, for
even Wisdom can not know all things.)