Seven
EVERYTHING PAINTS SEVEN...
COSMIC SEVEN !
No cabalism, simply
and so...
Seven are the days to live
everything starts and starts again...
Seven are the colors of the rainbow,
making a bridge between heaven and earth...
Seven musical notes that make
the chants, chants and charms,
Seven heavens where is the seventh...
There are seven arts to beautify
our sad world...
Many other sevens...
Seven Trumpets of the Apocalypse,
seven days Jericho besieged,
seven times of plenty and
seven of Egypt's misery...
Seven Wonders of the World,
seven Orixás,
Seven times Christ fell
on the way to 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 matter...
But the crust is just a plane... we have:
Seven Spiritual Planes to Pass...
Will we pass...!?
We will get there, where He
always been and is?
Will we reach !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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