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XVII. The Philosopher's Love Letter
by Tritagonist
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Will you remove this cup?
I want to be like your Son, yet
How can a finite man – how
When loss the only known and
Victory is eclipsed by defeat
If love's sacrifice becomes
Meaningless, with no reward?
It's the correlation between
Possibility versus inevitability
As probability would seem to negate
All chances of a flourishing love when
Mankind rumors of wars and searches
For new gods to wed
Jesus, your Bride is inevitable
Those who dwell in you, yet on
This earth brides failed to choose
Grooms who've died to self, brides
To meet an already sacrificed man waiting
At altars to become anew as one flesh
Should I come to an altar with expectancy
For what's to come, or is desire but a vain
Imagination deserving separation between
Position space and imaginary time?
For an infinite God it's inevitable
To find your Bride, perhaps already
Happened if Heaven's metaphysics
Subterfuge even theories of infinity
If time is but a one-dimensional
Pinpoint compared to eternity
Yet I'm stuck in a transitory world
Now; there's a Bride, but will she heed
Your call, the ideals of until death do us part
For better or worse, when your provision
Abolishes death and creates a utopic city
To last forever?
Will brides and grooms of this earth
Ever stand in union just as you wait
By your Bride with everlasting patience?
Here I am, your Spirit calling to become
A mouthpiece, not just speaking into existence
But to speak life to a Bride racing towards demise
To speak in faith irrespective of cost or outcome
I wish you'd remove this cup, but
This must be the cost, for this existence
Feels like a metaxis between war and peace
Love and apathy, yet here I am, ready to speak
Will you remove this cup?
I want to be like your Son, yet
How can a finite man – how
When loss the only known and
Victory is eclipsed by defeat
If love's sacrifice becomes
Meaningless, with no reward?
It's the correlation between
Possibility versus inevitability
As probability would seem to negate
All chances of a flourishing love when
Mankind rumors of wars and searches
For new gods to wed
Jesus, your Bride is inevitable
Those who dwell in you, yet on
This earth brides failed to choose
Grooms who've died to self, brides
To meet an already sacrificed man waiting
At altars to become anew as one flesh
Should I come to an altar with expectancy
For what's to come, or is desire but a vain
Imagination deserving separation between
Position space and imaginary time?
For an infinite God it's inevitable
To find your Bride, perhaps already
Happened if Heaven's metaphysics
Subterfuge even theories of infinity
If time is but a one-dimensional
Pinpoint compared to eternity
Yet I'm stuck in a transitory world
Now; there's a Bride, but will she heed
Your call, the ideals of until death do us part
For better or worse, when your provision
Abolishes death and creates a utopic city
To last forever?
Will brides and grooms of this earth
Ever stand in union just as you wait
By your Bride with everlasting patience?
Here I am, your Spirit calling to become
A mouthpiece, not just speaking into existence
But to speak life to a Bride racing towards demise
To speak in faith irrespective of cost or outcome
I wish you'd remove this cup, but
This must be the cost, for this existence
Feels like a metaxis between war and peace
Love and apathy, yet here I am, ready to speak
