G-d himself was shattered, without skin

And did you see the sparks of light within
The hidden wood where watches the bright dove
The darkness which to human soul’s akin

God himself was shattered, without skin
Each part a  broken light of what was love
But did you see the sparks of light within?

And round the whole world, mystics  then began
To seek the little jewels that once were G-d
The darkness which to human soul’s akin

Each fragment was eternal  in its span
And yet was helpless as on it man trod
Though some might see the sparks of light within

Hidden from the  world of human sin
Afflicted by G-d’s death; now weeps the dove
Why is darkness where we must begin?

Can we bear Reality or Love?
Can we  live, survive the coming flood?
Yet we  see the sparks of light within
The darkness which to human soul’s akin

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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