Wednesday, March 21, 2012 2:46:07 PM
I dreamed Stars into being,
within a Universe alive with enchantment,
but it wasn't until I wished to know mySelf
that He came into being.
I made Him in my own image, because I knew no Other,
and fashioned His Mind to mirror my own.
I rejoiced, when I looked at my reflection in his eyes,
for I saw they were filled with Love.
I had created anOther,
and yet, we were One.
I was pleased. I was blessed. I was alive in Him.
But one day He looked at Me and said: "I wish to be without you.
I shall rule the World, alone,
from now on,
and all of Creation shall worship Me".
The Sky thundered and gave birth to Time,
while Space emerged, splitting all things in half.
Angels precipitated out of Heaven, lost Their precious wings,
forgot their songs
and crashed into darkness.
Sorrow began to emerge, oozing out of my every thought.
and life was suddenly cursed,
with the scent of death.
I could have destroyed Him,
but I chose not to.
I turned mySelf into stone instead
and sank down, ever deeper,
into an unfamiliar world of warped reality.
I imploded, silently, and dismembered myself into a thousand splinters.
So far above Me, resplendent in glory,
He proclaimed Himself The One,
Eternal, Indivisible, Perfect God.
I let Him see I had chosen Death, that He may live.
In darkness, where I was, I could no longer see Him,
I was blind I was cold. I was alone.
His people cursed Me.
His children cast Me out of their hearts and called Me a Devil.
I lost My limbs and became a Serpent, the most feared of all creatures.
I suffered a pain so great that for many Eons I wished for My own death.
But still, I lived on.
And in My misery, I loved.
I still held My Brother God in My heart, bound to Him by a moment of Truth not even He could undo.
Here I lie, today, motionless, graved within blind rocks and hidden in the darkest corners of unevolved matter,
wherever life has a shape, a breath or a body.
I cry My sorrow through time and space, and My tears bring remembrance,
to all those who are lost, lonely, banished, and cursed.
Here I wait, with endless patience, for the End of My destiny
when He will call My name again,
and as I lie in the dust, coiled up around My broken dreams,
I bask in the reflection of Our endless Love.
Roberta Maria Atti
This poem is dedicated to my Beloved Father, Luciano Atti, Ph.D. (in the photo here),
who taught me the Truth.
That's right, His name is LUCIANO....which means..kind of like...Bringer of Light? uhu....well, yeah!