Angels hiding in the architecture
while Lucifer brings the light,
rumours echo round the infrastructure,
truth remains concealed from sight.
In a forgotten desert temple
where the rose grows on a cross,
the greatest question, rendered simple,
mocks and ridicules our loss.
Seven arts to be assimilated
to the thirty – third degree
before the theory that is postulated
will reveal the hidden key.
Seven towers must be ascended;
Upwards to the highest storey
where art and science may be blended
to reveal the gnostic glory.
Most Christian faiths keep their followers in ignorance of the origins of their faith. All these images are drawn from the original Greek texts on which the early Bibles were based
Love Tinka
I'm not Christian or Mason, but I understood the poem completely. It could be because I know many gnostics. ~ Sara
A rendering poem with a purpose hidden. I absolutely loved the last verse as the entire poem. I saved it to my library to treasure. Exceptional writing here.
Well done.
Elizabeth