Padre Illuminata

I forgot Elohim are born
and I forgot Star of Bethlehem is bringing them forth
one by one
offspring of light
into my realm
into my conscious darkness below
their heads glowing with golden rays
their lips
whispering words of wisdom
on murals
in cathedrals and caves, I have abandoned

anointed by loneliness
I watch Orion’s Belt reclaim their world
the only home I should have ever known
marked by the holy cross with the Pleiades
its stone already in space thrown at my prison
soon to be falling apart here on Earth
murderous plane
where humans
don’t make the best use of lives they get
and through death
they increase their chances of presence in Heavens
if not afraid of empathy and love
the swan songs from humanity’s soul

I do believe them
to be the Star Gate
and confession of faith

 

Prayer I

Awareness  of finality of each moment
and fully functional life are not lining up for me
I need to redefine the relationship with death

if I am to meet my end
on a day like this
quietly
when shift just happens
and my sense of danger is not truly awakened

if I am to move beyond the material form of abstract me
become a wave
to calm my storms and raging self-awareness

or maybe

Elohim
come as you are
I am an old soul
a veteran of life and its loss
guide me to Elysium
let me crave the sounds
of trumpets and horses
let me watch the harvest
and touch the fire of judgment