The Wayfarer and the Thirteen Kingdoms Part 1
All the stars and their kingdoms use Christ’s name in error
Muttering to themselves “Who is this quiet torchbearer?”
“Where did he come from; what place birthed this wise wayfarer?”
“How did this soul come here? Why did he come, this cross bearer?”
The dancing stars asked, “Why are we in a swirling mist?”
“Where did falsehood, which clothes the whole cosmos, entered our midst?”
The first kingdom proclaims the sun of life came from light
That bright son was nourished in heaven’s garden without plight
That sun was crowned with light’s flaming glory and with might
That son came down to his mother’s bosom to be held tight
And soon the sun set into a muddy water spring
He certainly was and is the son, who brings the dayspring
The second kingdom says that he came from a prophet
A bird came down and took the child without thoughts of profit
And took him into a mountain rather than Tophet
She fed him, until an angel came from the sky’s closet
The angel proclaimed “Rise! Light has given you glory!”
And the man went to the water. This is their old story
The third kingdom says that he came from a virgin’s womb
That the lamb was cast out of his fold to escape his doom
To the desert filled with serpents, and corpses trapped in tombs
He grew under glory’s light and power to soon bloom
Light guided the lamb to the river in a barren place
This is half the truth, the other was nearly erased
The fourth kingdom says that he came from a virgin pure
Solomon sought her with his army of daemons impure
She was brought to the king, and he saw her bright allure
She birthed a child, and fed him in the desert to mature
As he was fed, he was crowned with power and glory
For his great blood, and he entered the lake of satori
The fifth kingdom says that he was a drop from the sky
He was cast into the sea as heaven started to cry
The deep took him in, and begot him without a sigh
And brought him up to the sky again, with waves that fly high
That child received power pouring and glory shining
And that child from the blue sky never made any whining
The sixth kingdom sings that a maiden of light came down
To catch flowers that grew in her light which shined all around
She became pregnant by this wanting that brought her down
She gave birth amongst the flowers, and soon she made a crown
Angels saw the small child wearing that crown of flowers
So they nourished him, and crowned him with glory for hours
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2024
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