Forgive me, my rapturous longing.
Bellowing with an echo too ancient to expire.
All the trees tremble in the westward wind.
All animals seek shelter from storm.
Humans shirk the elements and cling to whatever refuge they may find.
Yet ye let me, my soul, lurch and gouge the painted sky.
Bickering wordlessly about what fathomless distance ye saw fit to separate us by.
A husk of creation weighted down by your gift of unveiled truths and memories.
Such matters most blessed’ and renowned,
and yet they scorch my hands which grasp mindlessly at your rising, falling sunlit sky.
Catching rays of your sun far more full and affecting in your divine presence.
It’s as though I am catching fiery arrows that rain down on myself alone.
Fired from on high from the sheaths of Eros and the pain that follows him always.
They rain for me alone but only in this matter and moment.
Simply one of the many you have ordained so uniquely and respectively.
All wondering why you dared to bless us so absolutely.
Impossibly visible as you do.
Us, long having begun to tremble as you journey towards our hearts.
The mass of you threatens to rip us from the earth.
An undeniable gravitation.
A true center.
The source to remember.
I am made raw by your gifts.
I am flayed alive and consumed by the presumed relief of the waters of creation.
I can hear the waves crashing over themselves for all that has been or will be.
You will see fit to set me aflame, and, if I’m lucky, you might just see fit to watch me drown.
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Author:
Sydney Zane (
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- Published: July 29th, 2024 22:39
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Written in a most classical style reminiscent of ancient Greek poetry but with modern language. Very nice
Thank you so much. It really means a lot to me. The devotion we as a people once had for unique deities heavily influenced by our respective cultures is integral to a lot of my work.
It is stunning. I am not much a 'beauty' person but I felt the raw emotion of wonderment and final surrender. I also felt a sense of conflict. The lines 'A husk of creation weighted down by your gift of unveiled truths and memories' will stay with me for a long time.
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