Ever Toward Freedom (a poem)

The Divine

is not a commodity

to be 

captured, 

bought, 

and sold

by charlatans 

and slave traders;

held captive 

on unholy commercial plantations 

prodded, 

whipped, 

and tortured

for the pleasure and profit

of the privileged and powerful

who believe they make the rules. 

She cannot be possessed

as an instrument of desire

or every passing whim,

as if holy mystery 

and sacred activity

could be conjured

by force 

or special incantation. 

No, 

Her spirit 

will rise

flowing freely 

where she chooses. 

Her song can be heard 

but her origin and destination 

remain an enigma. 

Those who have ears to hear  

Her calling 

follow with delight. 

Those who do not, 

fear Her coming and going

yet still 

claim ownership 

and secret knowledge. 

Be still. 

Listen, for rushing wind. 

Watch, for tongues of fire. 

She has always 

been unfettered 

and moves 

ever toward 

freedom, justice, and mercy.

  — bshivers