Known
You have known me You knitted me in the depths of the earth When I was being made in secret Intricately wrought in the Deep
You have known me
You knitted me in the depths of the earth
When I was being made in secret
Intricately wrought in the Deep
Psalm 139
Deep in the great abyss, I was far from all glee
Hiding from the light; always the same
It burned my eyes, piercing. I could not see
I was torn from the rock and out I came
The hidden things of the world when I awake
Were strange to my very eye
The moving stones of great make
Shifting, swift like the wind in days gone by
I walked from the Place Before
Never to return until that day
When darkness surrounded me, I swore
Holding me in its grip; its own wicked way
In the corridors, the forgotten caves moaned
Hands that clawed at me but searching
Like mists in the mountains groaned
Hidden in the Deep, I went lurching
Journeying, I heard a whisper so soft
And wondered at who or what the origin
But still, it haunted, restless my soul was oft
Calling my name, it seemed like the evils of Ahriman
But came to a hall, sweet and I laughed
And a lone man studied, without guile
Ledger, he was and writer of fine craft
His glasses shone at me through his gentle smile
He leaned and went to a bound book
And turning the pages, licking his thumb
He turned it and found it right there with a look
My name scribbled in the last of the sum
I came to myself and knew where I was
The time came for me to ascend
Turning, I saw a man, I took a pause
A father I didn’t know I had; coming around the bend
His smile, sweet and warm to my heart that was weak
No anger or force was his nature
Nor demanded any respect from but was meek
Showing me the way out, I said, “You’ll guide me I’ll wager.”
Smiling and bowing he said, “Come, this is the way.”
And told me everything of the secrets of this world
The law and wonder of all Universes of today
Hundreds of worlds created; Cosmos about all swirled
Hurling and waving in motion to an order
Outside of this realm, forging great lauds
But warning against the evil of ordure
Down in the forgotten world, opposite of the gods
But he assured me I would not be forgotten
I was known, he knew me for surely he knew
The power of understanding of one who sought him
True power of love that extends out like a great hue
He led me to the door of a hard iron cell
Red was the wood and bright green, the knob
As he slowly pushed it open and bade me farewell
Looking over my shoulder, Seeing him I could sob
Confused, I didn’t quite understand
Why should I be separated from where my destiny lies?
Why should I not start the day here, in this land?
Inside my father’s home where my lover abides?
Peace I received, consolation I wore
Until that day finally when I would come home
When I would be at rest forever more
But now I had to go out into the dangerous dome
Out in the cold, hard-ridden world
I stepped out into the dark of night
Moving only as slow as I could
Despair crept in and I could not see the light
I felt my way until I saw the dawn.
I came out of a cave and saw beauty in strides
A sunrise, pink risings of joy were not gone
Peals of great laughter filled my dreadful sighs
Now I knew he was here among us
He came down upon the earthy slate
And entered our cursed nature to make us
Whole, Entering our wicked state
Darkness is not dark in his light
He made it so, this is what his hand had done
Creating it to separate the night.
It is as bright, in his eyes, as the sun