The world became witness to vain ascensions
to ages of empty idols, wasted sacrifice
until a light was born, and men followed
among them the learned and powerful, simply drawn
as if iron shards to the power of the poles.
A bright beacon, a constant gleam, fixed in heavens;
it was a portal to greater possibilities,
people were pulled by need and will
by the mettle of their souls.
The light made a sign upon emptiness;
life was a journey of truth and discovery
guided by a path of creation, a power
in the image of something far greater,
shared for a simple asking...to dare
emulate the gifts of love.
No grudged sifts of reluctant minds
but hearts in flood; forgiveness
not petty resentment, a little pit
of false words and dim spirit,
but a joyful noise of gratitude.
It passed gently through the world
no violence was uncovered,
no unquiet from afar
no sounds of distant thunder, not a coming storm;
but the rend-ed upheaval of silent truth,
made plow shears of an eternal sword.
It made calm waters of ever raging seas;
for to simply love and receive love in return,
was as the sun to the night, darkness to light
a difference as the edge of life and stillness.
Emblem of an eternal time, an anchor to hold the soul;
man come to life and end, and a found promise,
a power of love...exceeding all.
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