Baphomet
believe it or not, it is true
once when in deep meditation
we chanced upon a lower realm
and lo behold, met Baphomet
upon so meeting the goat head
we confess that we were afraid
he as the guardian of five gates
offered us access to them all
declining, we beat a retreat
but later did pause to reflect
though he is a fallen angel
is he too not a child of God
the fault line is our delusion
judging by outer appearance
but we know now it is God’s breath
enlivening all forms of dust
if we were to meet him again
would we pause for a cup of tea
or walk away, wishing him well
respecting our differences
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