The circle

Of great mystery to be revealed

Linked to the Heavens

Designed perfectly

The intention is perfection.

 
A circle

that starts with a tiny breath of love

Coming from His lips,

Then takes us

 on a blue bricked road.

From being in his Holy space,

Through life,

Then if we want

Back,

To the place from whence we came.

 
A choice to live,

Is my belief

Is the one we made,

And out of love,

We were let go,

His hope

Is our return.

 
So we are born and open our eyes

To life,

And still very near him,

Already we feel lost,

And cry

Out of hunger,

Out of pain,

Out of fear,

Possibly even rage.

 
Then our first steps,

Soon we must learn

That if we fall,

We must get up,

And learn

The lesson designed by God,

Thought by our first teacher

Our mother,

Also, our first love.

Then come teeth,

More falls,

Some of them lost,

And in His wisdom,

For He knew,

They grow again,

Only once.

 
We fall again,

Hopefully on our knees,

Sometimes

Our forehead,

Our face.

 
But, we learn quickly,

Thanks to pain:

In order to avoid it,

We must remember

How we fell,

How it felt,

So that we may never,

Feel it again.

 
Then another lesson,

Also from Our Lord,

Love everyone,

As you love yourself,

So you may love all.

 
Love

Even if it hurts

Even if the joy

 of Love

Seems fleeting,

 And Hasty.

 
Love

is Holy,

And it reminds you,

Of where you want to be,

Once more,

Back home.

 
Then come our dreams,

Our hopes,

Our goals our struggles,

In search of other kinds of love.

Again we fall.

Our taste of disappointment,

The knowledge of our wrongs,

Remembering the first lesson,

Standing up, we go on.

 
One day we reach

A place we sought

Thinking we had found

The way back home.

 
Again we fall,

Harder than before,

Falling to our knees,

Again begging please,

Crying for Our Father,

Asking for mercy.

 
Wondering

Why did He ever let us go?

Why allow,

Us to get lost?

Why send us here,

To this world,

So far from home?

 
Why let us fall,

Let it hurt,

Why the hunger,

Fear and dread?

 
Why allow us

 To desire life

Only to then

Nurture thoughts of death?

 
And from afar

We cry

and forget,

The place,

Whence we came from.

 
We forget,

That we were

 told not to go,

We were asked

 to stay.

 
But, his love

Has always been greater,

His wisdom,

Eternally intense.

 
He let us go,

So we would want to return,

To the place of comfort,

Of peace and no pain,

Of joy everlasting:

 In His presence,

Near his flame.

 
He let us

 Have a look,

Have a touch

A feel,

A taste.

 
And the fruit

 Was tasty,

Desireable

Forever tempting.

 
But,

 It was nothing,

It was and remains

Vain.

 
What is real,

 is not our bodies:

Stubborn

A wreck.

 
What is Real

Is the palpable,

Ancient,

Inevitable wisdom and Love

Sacrifice and Redemption,

In Adonai.

 
Then

Right after that great revelation

The way home becomes clear,

yet narrowing,

 seemingly straight:

Illuminated

 
Our Father,

 Adonai

 Put us in a big circle,

Because HE

 Longed

For our return:

His Love

Is deeper,

Than our desperate

Desire

To Know.

A.Reymundo

10/19/2007