Her heart and soul filled with fire all she yearns for is desire never caged in a wire Her wisdom hidden from prying eyes The patterns she has given us a sequence Her love touches our lives with frequency yet we haven’t seen her for what she is her love hisses and fizzes like a chemical reaction Yet her divine spark lights the dark in an interaction.
In the group that I come from, where philosophers comprise. Virtue, ethics and values they wrestle or oblige. One thing is missing and thats the truth in definition. From where philia itself is all about friendship. Friends in wisdom, hey..it might just be empathy. Compassion hey, its truly a victory.
Whether Sophia or Nikea, it shouldn't really matter. Put them together and the robes will never tatter. Lest apart, were back to the start where this cute mythology loses its heart.
Yo, The Gods and Goddesses are just virtues. Principles of importance marked as divine. Personified and glorified to keep the spirit alive, thats just how they emphasized. Thats just how they empathized.
When we look to the future let’s remind ourselves that the sun shines all the time for everyone and in making dreams with possibilities we distill hope and our faith carries us on even if like a candles it flickers we will relight the flame because we know love is the Holy Spirit’s name.
Signed and dated that pink vacation form Slipped under that dark locked door Standing in the hall watching Shouted “You know she doesn’t work here anymore?” Searched for someone with the key Solution found and paper retrieved Stated “Me standing there was fated. Should you miss with not a soul knowing Spells trouble, it could of been ugly Saved you I did. I tell you its fate.” Staring me down those blue eyes glimmered “Sophia is my name.” left your lips. Stammered back “My guardian angel, thank you.” “See you around.” you said disappearing through the door Softly whispering “If it's up to fate.”
Sloshing around in my head that lovey name ****** on the memory of your features Scribbled down these intoxicated words Stuck on that whisper “If it's fated.” Stimulated I have never felt at this place Searching always for that lovely face Stars aligned on a late office night Smile so lustrous so euphoric Struck my ears with a voice so fine “Seems as if fate has us in her grasp once again.” She did, that beautiful fate, I will never forget Sharing our stories Swapping our laughs Sobbing about ennui
Springing up with newfound courage Stuttered “Do you want to go get lunch tomorrow?” Started a new chapter in this book Showing up to work now a new joy Sitting in the office chair, usually in despair Swiveling around, thinking of your name Syllables echoing Sweet Sophia.
I don't remember when I first read Sophie's World, today I sit and write about Sophie's world hoping someday someone is gonna read it too.
We live alongside her, well, I live in the third world and we hardly know anything about it. However its a reality, and I see myself like the Italian grandmother who appeared on my computer screen this morning trying to make a conversation with 'goo-goo'. I am just being another 'cucumber with anxiety'.
Hey goo-goo, okay goo-goo, play Mary did you know! "..this child that you delivered, will soon deliver you"
I nestle in the room of your heart I will rise again and again You are my protector My swollen eyes create many tears My mind forms many fears You coax them out of my soul and burn them to dust You have wise eyes open for me A smile that grasps my heart Beauty that flowers and blossoms In your garden I take in all you have shown me