Under the Stars of Wonder
Man laying in grass
Wearing the skins of wild beasts
With acorns in hand
A spear of stone next to him
He laughed to himself
His children safe in a grove
With his eyes open
He gazed at gems in the sky
On huge rings unseen
And wonder sung her sweet song
He then saw the gems
Their shape, size and arrangement
He saw animals
And men dancing without cease
“Who gave birth to you?”
He saw the silver mirror
Shining in the void
And saw his face motionless
“Who even are you?”
As he was dazzled by them
A gold disc arose
Disposing of the darkness
The man then with sight
Saw himself with his body
“Who am I in truth?”
He cried for the pearl within
That came from above
Above gold, silver and gems
So he talked with friends
And curious family
To share this found fruit
Sharing it from age to age
Father to daughter
And mother to starving sons
With this meal of fruit
Angels grew out of their mouths
Who gave seeds of truth
Most said all came by grand thoughts
Some said by just chance
Few said that all came from love
Two in ten thousand
Said all came from a mistake
Through these many thoughts
All yearned for the very first
They cried through their eyes
For something beyond their sight
To escape darkness
Though darkness caused their wonder
Out of this darkness
Came the study of wisdom
Two lovers came forth
Both the scholar of wisdom
And painter of words
Were dazzled with bright wonder
Through wonder and peace
The scholar thought through wisdom
Talking through to her
To hold her beneath the stars
The painter instead
Made his art with this wonder
To paint his dear love
They pursued their precious love
For wisdom herself
Not to be hailed as the stars
Nor for shining wealth
Nor even to keep breathing
Few like the poet
And thinker Bardesanes
Saw wisdom herself
And much like wisdom herself
Due to lost wonder
They yearned to see the beyond
Beyond every star
But as wisdom fell from light
And came to darkness
Because of her blind wonder
The men with wonder
Strove to dispose of darkness
And return to light
Where the garden shines above
Above gems and gold
Where the first family laughs
In groves and meadows
Where Christ, the white lamb, frolics
In the grass with the first man
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2023
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