padre illuminata

I forgot Elohim are born
and I forgot Star of Bethlehem is bringing them forth
one by one
offspring of light
into my realm
into my conscious darkness below
their heads glowing with golden rays
their lips
whispering words of wisdom
on murals
in cathedrals and caves I have abandoned

anointed by loneliness
I watch Orion’s Belt to reclaim their world
the only home I should have ever known
marked by the holy cross with Pleiades
its stone already in space thrown at my prison
soon to be falling apart here on Earth
murderous plane
where humans
don’t make the best use of lives they get
and through death
they increase their chances of presence in Heavens
if not afraid of empathy and love
the swan songs from humanity’s soul

I do believe them
to be the Star Gate
and confession of faith