I Beg of You Holy Ones

Perhaps, like me,
You’ve been
taught that the
Conscious Creativity
that birthed
what We can’t quite
capture or contain
when We say
Love,

That Lover
who warned us
that dividing
the Mind of
Your Beautiful
Soul

into compartments
of Good and Evil
will feel like
Death,

when Your
Adorable Soul
was woven from
Light,
to find Adventures
in the Art of
creating Life

that will never
stop expanding
into Libraries
and Galleries
and Dancehalls
and Theaters
devoted to
Exhibitions
of Beauty

that deny entry
to the Cadres of
uniformed Priests
who have been hired
to place signs
in the aisles
reading
Good or Evil.

Denied entry
because
Exhibitions of Love
have no use
for such signs.

I beg of You
Holy Ones,
take off
Your uniforms and
put on these
robes sewn
from Light.

And, for goodness sake,
let Beauty
burn away
Your Fear.

(Photo by Mateus Campos Felipe; UnSplash)