Only reflections of God can be described
What we see are the smudges on the mirror
God reveals the face we need to see
From His collection of masks
The man who values his individuality above all
Who is enthralled by freedom, and knowledge
Looks to God and sees a cage
He sees cherubim chained to the throne
Constrained to circle and sing tired hymns
He sees a fiery sword
Which threatens to cleave him in two
He sees a perfect being
The impossible end of evolution
The one who places beauty above all
Finds a terrifying beauty
Which does not ebb and flow
Which cannot be chased
Which cannot be shared
It simply is, eternal and static
It will rob his taste for anything else
How long can he endure a moment of beauty?
And where will he go when there is nowhere left to go?
The man who prizes love above all
Finds an overbearing love
Which demands everything
And offers nothing
He finds trials and accusations
He finds the line he dare not cross
He fails his beloved
Shame is all he has left
And still he hears his cruel lover call
But what then, of the soul
Who devotes herself entirely to God?
She sees nothing
And crosses over peacefully