Awakening

Open your eyes,
As wide as you can,
And come with me,
Down the staircase,
He whispered with love;
I followed my Beloved,
Confident of His support;
As I descended, I almost
Slipped and would have fallen,
Had His hold not tightened my waist,
The edges of the steps,
Were in a shabby shape,
The darkness was blackest,
Eerie and horrifying;
He took me down safely,
To a dungeon, which He said,
Was an architecture,
Of my own creation;
An abyss without a skylight,
A cell without an exit;
In the subdued light,
Of His aura I could see,
Smeared on rugged walls,
Sins of bad thoughts,
Dirty ideas, ugly conspiracies,
Hate, revenge, strife;
In heartless fonts were written:
Words of hate, refusals to forgive;
It was then that I saw myself,
Fettered and helpless,
Shattered and meaningless,
I buried my head in shame,
In his bosom, in uncontrollable tears,
And looked up to His face,
My beloved’s face shone
Brighter than the sun, but cooler than,
The moon in youthful mellow;
I could hear the chirping of birds,
The first matchstick of sun
Striking the light of day;
I set aside my quilt,
Filled with light, I felt light,
Except for one burden of regret:
Why I couldn’t behold my Beloved,
In all His Glory.