The Paradox Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

Beyond the stars and e'en beyond all time;
Before first dawn, and ‘til eternal night,
Existed, nay, exists a thing sublime—
The perfect force transformed to hallowed light.

Invoked at will, yet wasted on the wind;
Its energy— diminished by the hour,
Intended not, though uttered: one has sinned,
Offending angels as the earth they scour.

‘tis harnessed by disciples seeking truth,
Though others wish to break their sacred bond—
With loyalty and trust beyond reproof,
Will neither with the other's heart abscond.

Deceivers oft' behind the thing will hide,
To feign its force, as taught them in their youth—
Then claim one's heart, but keep it to their side,
Though this alone, cannot replace the truth.

Yet, when for keeps, and summoned from one's soul,
And shared in truth, when all pretense is lost,
And needn't from the other one cajole—
But pay its price, for it exacts its cost.

Then comes a point in time and space, alas!
When truth is seen as all truth is to be—
From deep within, that no thing can surpass,
And all's revealed for those prepared to see.