Quest for the House of Creation
out
of the dust of creation,
and
I chose
the
thrill of temptation
over
the love of my creator.
I
chose to turn
in
the direction of my choice.
To
form my own meanings
for
my existence.
I
chose
to
eat the fruit of my desire,
and
by choice
I
left the house of creation.
It
was then,
after
the garden of my peace
was
a distant memory,
as
I watched the struggle
of
my offspring,
to
find their meaning,
that
I directed myself
toward
my father's home.
I
set off in search of his love
only
I'd forgotten who he was.
I
looked to the sun
high
in the sky,
full
of warmth and brightness,
and
mistook the caress
of
its light
as
love.
But
when I made my plea
for
deepening kinship
the
sun vanished into the clouds.
When
I asked it to protect me
with
its light
it
fell victim to the darkness.
Then I sought the solace of the moon.
The
strengthening hope
in
my fear of the night.
The
gentle spirit above the branches
reaching
outward
with
silent prayer.
But
then one eve
it
chose not to appear
and
I was frightened by the total darkness.
I
prayed for its spirit to return,
but
its distance from me
was
too great,
my
cries were not heard.
Then
I bowed down to the wind.
Its
fierce energy
frightened
me.
Through
sacrifice I sought to calm
its
fury
and
soothe its anger
until
it was just a soft whisper
through
the trees.
But
in its hurry
the
gusts of wind blew by me,
heading
in its chosen direction.
Leaving
me alone in my desert
longing
for the relief
of
a gentle breeze.
Was
in the years that followed
that
we carved from bronze,
a
calf.
We
covered it with a layer of gold
ordaining
it in glory.
How
we embraced the cold metal
and
adored it.
But
it gave no response to our existence.
It
didn't shield itself from us,
like the sun or moon.
It
didn't lead us in a direction
alien
to our boundaries,
and
we felt no fear or love in its presence.
Then
from among us came men
of
sacred scripture.
Who
read and studied
the
written teachings of their ancestors.
They
stood before us
and
spoke of a single God,
but
they wore the commandments
as
a garment on their flesh
not
their spirit.
They
demanded of each,
who
gathered in their great temples,
to
bring forth to the world
a
goodness.
A
goodness their pious example
failed to caress.
During the time
of Pharisaical power
He came.
The
man from Nazareth.
He drew unto himself
fishermen
tax collectors,
the
blind,
the
lepers,
the
harlots.
And
He gathered us together
on
a hillside.
He
spoke of His love for His Father
and
the Father's love for Him.
He showed us the path
returning to love.
And
He taught us to pray.....,
copyright 2007 - Donald P James Jr
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