He is the light and heat. We are the dust.
That image causing jealousy? Our lust.
He is the love and truth, the joyous sound
of bride and bridegroom wherewith we abound;
abound that is with mutuality
sincerity, with sown sodality,
oil/charity with everyone within.
Our Saviour from hereditary sin
is that same highway in the desert fools
can even travel as their lava cools.
He is the testing opportunity
to live forever and in unity.
He melts the biggest ice chips in our hearts.
Thereafter, even if by fits and starts,
the littler ice chips cannot bear His heat.
(His is the truth we drink, the good we eat);
these ice chips being lesser grudges, chips
on shoulders, feuds involving snarly quips,
and suchlike baggage in the cargo bay
which we resist such that it flees away,
attenuating to a shadow here
so that a true conjunction can cohere;
that is, conjunction with the God Man by
conjuncting good and truth with the Most High.
The Divine Human is Almighty Lord
and God and everlasting Father's Word;
and even people who don't know His name
can still conjunct, still play Love's hidden game.
For name is like to have a good name is;
so those who do His deeds are truly His;
not Nicolaitans, for a reward!
but even out of sight of one accord,
with all who live this way, conjuncting well
with Heaven as opposed to with some Hell.
Be not surprised that Jesus sometimes lets
the sand into your oyster shells and then,
(once we've become aware of law thus sin),
the rain temptation waterblasts your house
with vile insinuations like a mouse
or many mice perhaps, annoying as
a nagging voice some man or woman has.
It nags all night as accusation piles
on accusation, fantasising wiles
succeed each other, resist our control.
So far as we oppose them, so far whole,
so far abundant, liberated from
enslavement, beating to a different drum,
the mutual love of Heaven in our hearts.
This is the unity He makes of parts
and why we woke up in a ticking bomb
that starts out dancing, then falls in the tomb,
same belly Lazarus lay in 3 days.
This is life's meaning beyond all the haze
of battle, nags within and nags without,
the frenemies, the hypocrites, the shout
and bustle of metropoli, hired mobs'
two-way conduction and whatever robs
the people of their dearly purchased dough.
And those same people reap as they did sow.
We'd best sow good thoughts and good deeds or else!
The reprobate in fiery shadows dwells.
They share our heads to fructify our souls.
They hate us, even what we love, our goals.
Such is the flame of testing in our hearts,
becoming Moses: humble, skilled in arts
of the Egyptians, sure the Lord is light
that lights our bulbs, a truth that dispels pride,
and that gives envy no place to abide.
