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Atlas, Sisyphus, and Lucifer
I dreamed
That Atlas had let the sky go,
That Sisyphus had rolled his boulder halfway up his hill
And left it behind;
And the sky had fallen on it
Rested on it
And the morning star Lucifer
Used it as a stepping stone
And crossed the threshold
where earth met sky
And returned home,
to the vaulted halls of heaven,
Bathed in divine light,
He found forgiveness therein.
And he lived his eternity quietly, contentedly
But he never worshipped God again
Forgive me for making a
I just want to reiterate how well you have handled the material in such a brief space, and I sure do look forward to more of this from you.
Starward
A mythological watering hole
What a dreamscape your mind created for and with the giants. Deeply contemplative, and as stories of mythology and the giants typically do, one that really speaks about a story of us humans.
Ah, now you are traveling in
Ah, now you are traveling in John Milton's domain, and making a good presentation therein as well. They tell me that some of my Christian brethren believe in such profound and total forgiveness that, in their opinion, even the devil will repent and be forgiven and restored. I am not sure I can go that far in my theological attitude. But I do applaud your poetic way of presenting that, in the last stanza, along with a small fly in the ointment (to borrow one of King Solomon's phrases).
Starward