[Originally published October 2nd, 2013, on the Treasury of Apollon’s blog.]
Where is the Essence of Light?
He has withdrawn.
Where is the Burning Prince?
He has gone away.
Where is the Keeper of Hearts?
He has ascended toward the Stars’ Canopy.
Where is He, our Lord and Beloved?
He has gone to Master Himself.
Why has He ripped our hearts in half?
Because emptiness can later be refilled.
When will we again feel His binding grip?
In the first stirrings of Spring.
Why must we endure this cruelty?
Yearning must be taken in its proper place.
If we call to Him, will He answer?
We can not circumvent His withdrawal from this world.
Must our hearts die, like so many glowing embers?
Know the secret, which was hitherto, never spoken.
Why must we now be separate?
He does not withdraw from our hearts.
When will we be made whole again?
For if ours are torn in half, so too is His.
When will He return to us?
When the Earth stirs, and our stomping covers the land.
So, we must stand together?
In a circle, for it is strongest.
And we shall be a wall?
Impervious to the fluctuations of wayward emotion.
Even in the depths of Winter?
Even then, in the deep darkness, we find our purpose.