The Contemplation

Atop the glorious mountain pass,
I was lost in the depths of deadened awe.
Though this vacancy can never last
I cherish it as my only reward.

For what is logic when the mind is clear,
Liberated from the boundaries of thought?
Cast from the garden, blind with fear,
They longed for guidance, never found.

Desert wasteland was their only home,
Contemplation their prison wall.
Doomed to wander and constantly roam;
Screaming an unheard, pointless call.

And how I pity them, thinking back,
With knowledge they sorely paid for:
Did that bringer of wisdom they lacked
Imbue them with despair in return?

Their desert is my mountain’s depths,
But this prison I can now escape.
Descending those stone-hewn steps
One thought fills my mind:

Like Adam, Eve and their infinite shame
United beyond reason and thought,
The dove was the word, distinctly the same...
And God was reflected in their wretched being.