THE RISE OF THE SUN

After she who spoke had finished, I looked and I beheld the rising of the eastern sun

And it set on the homestead of the maiden who knew no man

On her laps a son basks in the rays of the Sun, glowing in the heat like smelting of gold

Around him the world is divided between the children of the two Gods of the East.

None can be right where the wrong rules supreme, only righteousness saves

And the destiny of such a world is in the hands of this noblest of births. The boy became Man. And the Man embraced his destiny through the starry eyes of Death.

All men are ones just a child; with no knowledge of that which is good or bad;

Just that which is right. And to such the Kingdom belongs even as decreed by the Creator

Like candle in the wind, I saw this Man inhale the dusty coughs of his kindred

As they confront him with reproach for he knew too much

Even they, the true worshippers, have not gained such esoteric treasury of thinking.

He must be condemned for possessing that which the Gods'.

To sate their anger, this son shall be impaled before the very eyes of his Father

Yet he refused to be condemned and returned their indignation with love

He led his people along the still waters, directed their footings on the Rock

Rejected the vain glory of being king or priest, not really a prophet, and never a scribe;

Chose for himself an army trained with no weaponry save the power of the Violet Flame

In the chambers of the heart, this flame burns like a comet, burning but not consuming.

Like eagles he taught them to walk and to run, to soar whilst running, so to perch aloft the lighthouse

In rage, men sentenced them to the underworld, pursued them all into the gates of Hades

I rose up to stretch my bones. They have become lighter by the illumination.

I felt in my flesh the mundane of what is called living. That too is illumined by the Light

Healing has become my new birthright here in the Temple above.

My feet dangled from on high, only my heartbeat made noise, all else was perfect silence

I caught a glimpse of the Man when he was a boy, toying with his stupendous power

Knowing not the purpose for which he is different from everything

Not even the love of a woman satisfy. His passion was in planes on high - His home.

I saw God visit him the night before I met him. The snake was lurking nearby

Both with a request to help. To endure or to escape. He rejected both.

Instead he took his pain and let befall him that which no deity can stop.

For in the Creator's decree, it must happen come what may. Come who may.

The sun refused him another basking. Sweet water denied him on the eleventh hour

No loving voice was heard but that of Chaos and mindless hate. Men have rejected their God.

To have it back, Man must go deep into the sepulchre where he buried his Divinity.