I once lived in the information age
where ideas felt trapped in brain cells.
Hardly did I realise the freedom of the stone age
until my walls began to cave in.
But as I swam with the tide of modern society
in a deep sea of expanse data,
those called the fishers of men
reclining on Life boats
aiding those going through hardships.
At a point I was drowning in tears
overwhelmed by a wave of emotions
when my attention was caught on net
by the Word they spread in the good news they cast.
" 'how can a person be in bliss and not be in ignorance?'
'how can a person increase in knowledge and not increase in sorrow?' "
for I had entered the age of gnosis.
there I saw how they regularly go into seclusion
in contemplative prayer & meditation
where they washed the scales off my body
like a mother bathing her baby.
They did this not with mere water
but with the precious blood of a worthy Lamb
I became as a child within the kingdom
where they taught me how to shore up its treasures
And my joy became eternal
from everlasting to everlasting.