This is a poem that I've been working on for the past few days, just finished it last night;
So You took hold of gold thread and sewed up his eyes tightly
Spoke, "To see Me walk in to the sea in the dark,
you're eyes are deceptive, your heart is a lark.
Be bold and be brave, with fire in your hands;
Your hand on your heart and you feet in the sand”
The gold thread that you bear will lead you back home.
“Don't fear that the waves are increasing their fury,
to bring judgment on man for being shackled in misery”
The waves spoke "only we are able to move about freely,
the Moon guides our path and the Sun our identity"
“What a thought!”, thought the man who was in such a place,
Where creation appears in indefinite shapes.
He saw with his heart, for his eyes had been shut,
..that God was not what the skeptics had thought:
Perception is reality!...as Pyrrho denied,
but what did he perceive the day that he died?
Before the man could move to test out the sea,
One thing must be done to gain God’s gentle reprieve.
In fear, he took off his shoes, fanned out his Kilim,
And bowed down to the ground as a sign of submission;
Stood up and stepped out, on the waves as he listened
“My son, you’re reward is not that of perdition”
Please take the gold thread away from your eyes,
The gold in your fiery hands has become your great prize,
A man cried out to God, "please let me view you rightly"
God took up a gold thread and sewed up his eyes tightly
“I now perceive You through this lesson tonight,
my eyes had been closed, and my heart opened wide,
The waves did establish your hand in creation
How did I ever deny this not subtle demonstration?
How the Moon in it’s orbit does turn the sea about,
And the Sun in it’s glory turns the sea into clouds”
I now view you rightly, through observance and fear
For calling me to sea, I knew my death was near
I listened to your calling and you spared me this fate
A gold thread, worth a fortune, my soul, I did take.
