Cassandra

The fractured imprint of Cassandra remains; 
burns bright; pounds at the gates, silenced. She says,
	"Keep Quiet, your words have power. 
Say only, "Let me be an instrument of your will, Lord." 
Tongues and ties will bind- an act of balance with no end.
In turn, opening His love for you, pounding nails in a board.

 "Your reward is not in this life: your reward is this life.
 Your gift: to experience the glory of Creation with all your senses-
	to learn to love like agape- an eternal constant knife
        that cuts what separates and tears down all fences.

The agents of 'separation' are manifested thoughts
        and actions of humans who fall into despair.
 Despair leaves little room for love- so love transmutes 
	into compassion, flows towards you unnoticed through the air. 
She absorbs the slings and arrows of despair; 
a well that when drawn from, overflows and waters your roots.

The 'weak force' is more powerful than the 'strong.'
Through a matrix, "singlets" are born from pure energy-
        born of an imbalance between Creation and Annihilation; 
everything seen and unseen in nature has won the quantum battle 
to exist for a while, but not for long.
	
Yet, the 'weak force' is often defined in terms 
        of  destructive radioactive decay- that mirrors 
processes observable on Earth. May we redefine
ourselves and each other backwards, from death to birth?
	
When the Magi presented their gifts to the Christ-
most precious and beloved, worthy gifts to a prince or a pauper.
And when He was grown, He said, "All gifts are equally beloved 
        and all men are princes and paupers."
 
There is no direct correlation: 
      Between what we sow and what we reap-
is everything under the sun. That which unites and that 
which separates to rule are the transient game. 
"Be not proud, for all your gifts and faults are tools, to help
you quantify the gifted and the poor the same."

Rewritten on 11/28/13.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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A  Avatar
November 26, 2013 at 10:22 AM
Powerful.... Deep, and one of the most brilliant poems I've read.... SKAT
Goodman Avatar
November 26, 2013 at 10:44 AM
Thank you for connecting! :) Many women, I think, find themselves feeling like Cassandra, at the beginning, middle, and end of her story.
A   Avatar
November 25, 2013 at 7:53 AM
wow. now that is what I call poetry. amazing imagery. it's a delightful feeling after reading your poem. ..luv. Linda
Goodman Avatar
November 28, 2013 at 5:14 AM
Thanks for your comment! I've rewritten this one to make it shorter, and more interesting with a better flow.
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