Resonance

Resonance

How often do we forget 

that in the shadow of our soul

Lies a pure pearl?

There are those of us 

who cannot even conceive 

Its existence, 

others have buried it, 

wading in a pool of stagnation,
hard to exit 

choosing 

to ward off of our horizon

a place of wonder,  

too wounded 

from the pain of letdown,
they cut off trust 

dismissing 

the wish upon a star,
found futile 

and the angel
assigned to us to guard
ignored.

Time to untie

the mask we placed on our soul
for believing a lie,
the pure ones
who tried to point us north
we have abandoned,

only to discover
after they passed the value
of their offering,
until we turn

our heart in the direction of North
we will not know the pearl inside.

Sanctimoniously,

she holds the stainless cup
day after day piously
her devotion 

to uphold the mold formed
from the fusion 

of sweat, 

countless tears and the blood
shed by her beloved lord,  

mixed 

with the heavens pure water 

which she had cupped  

when together they reached 

the highest mountain ledge,
overlooking the East of Eden, 

and poured

its healing brew upon the garden,
giving it rebirth; 

mold

for a pathway through grounds
weed-free.

Growing back
Stronger than ever

My clipped wings

Godgal © 05.20.15

and my painting, "Resonance"