Down the Block
Down the block…
the past unseen
and it was brimming with life.
No one ‘saw’ the first ‘Son’ rise
or beheld all the shooting stars.
No one witnessed the first flower—
unfolding petals created landscapes of carpeted cushioned beds
and yet ‘she’ stood
apart, separate from any rib.
She already was
because she came from down the block.
Her voice burst, like a BANG, and opened the cosmic storm.
Yes…Sophia~~~Wisdom shook the splendor
and wonder-lust of nothingness
It was not from her rib that ‘He’ came into
being, but He from her heart
down the block.
She needed no introduction or Heavenly Queen-ship.
Her being was love personified
and her tears
fill the pools, the oceans and rivers
who still know it was ‘she’ who
brought all things to be.
Silently she speaks as
find their voices
down the blocks of ages past.