Cosmic Seven
Without kabbalah, simply
and so...
Seven are the days to live
it all starts and starts again ...
Seven are the colors of the Rainbow,
bridging heaven and earth ...
Seven musical notes that write
the songs, songs and charms,
Seven heavens where the seventh is ...
There are seven arts to beautify
our sad world ...
Many other sevens ...
Seven trumpets of the apocalypse,
seven days Jericho under siege,
seven times of plenty and
seven of Egypt misery ...
Seven Wonders of the World,
seven Orixás,
Christ fell seven times
bound for Golgotha ??...
Seven manifestations of God,
seven wounds of Christ ...
Seven are the elementals;
Angels, Archangels, Devas, Sylphs,
Gnomes, Salamanders, Undines ...
In seven days God made the world,
Seven spans cover our subject ...
But the crust is just a drapery ... we possess:
Seven spiritual plans to spend ...
Will we pass ...!?
We will reach there, where He
has always been and is?
Will we arrive ...!?
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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