We are whole when the suffering has ceased,
and we can see it for what it was all along-
Mercy, Absolution, Transcendence.
For when Love has been neglected,
and is felt once more-
is let into the Soul,
this experience carries with it,
its own paradoxical pangs of Loss, Grief.
For the past is no more,
and now a new eulogy must be composed
& sung, to gently coax with ambient lullaby,
the demons to sleep,
until they, too have forgotten their
cause for Lamentation & Rage.
And now may we see ourselves
as the prodigal Sons & Daughters
of our true Father & Master above,
no longer prostrated as we were,
before the altar of the Dark One,
the pulse quickening
with each new barricade erected,
our blood running ever arsenic beneath
Yet though the afflictions of past worlds
leave their indelible imprints
upon both Psyche & Soma,
we must come to believe that they
can no longer destroy,
as the grace of God's Love now embraced,
may flow militantly unkempt.
And all of a sudden,
we find ourselves indescribably changed,
in the twinkling of an eye
we find ourselves reborn,
from the acidic yet nutrient-rich
Womb of Epektasis,
Mother to the Soul's gradual ascension
towards that of its ultimate perfection.
For we must remember,
that all beings Divine must first descend
to each their own Hades.