The Sword Poem by Kristeta von Popper

Forged in the cosmic light
Bent and doubled
Pounded and aligned
A blade is formed
Straight and true
Cosmic sword
Of justice
Is called
At this
Moment
To
Redeem
The
Very
Meaning
Of
What
It means
To live
To breath
To exist
In this
Plane

Limited in our musings
Delight we are lost
To the Greater
Ones who watch
And wait
For the
Revealing
Of a soul
Who is true
To that which
Without we
Can not exist
Who
Remembers
The play
The
Words
Written
So
Long
Ago