The Cycle 4: God

Another age passes unmeasured. Giant calms; in placid time waking guilted warmth irradiates. Unbroken calm aether heralds the next age. Past embers cooled in God’s eye, forgiveness of imagined betrayal. But the turning cycle weighs not amassed sincerity; the matter of energy. Unworthy, may be, the ruling Giant ignoble reign birthed in fiery crucible, ordained; inevitable is the beginning Settled worlds worship, at last. Seen, finally, upon the black vista The Giant illuminated; Burning passions turning close, always facing God’s blazing glare. Hopeful siblings stand centre, balanced desperation or absence awaiting calm waters. Vulnerable to the cycle. Even distant wretched flock see warmth, icy hearts melt; lingering love bequeathed of their noble giant. Their Mighty God.