Faith Leads To Love

And he ran like the forest as it grew.
Faster and faster, he knew.
Words like a breeze blowing past his knees.
Pounding through the air as he ran without care.
Knowing all was well inside.

Never could his mind coincide.
Only if he knew what he was meant to do.
Only if Her love would pull through.
In that moment he ran as if to impress.
Oh how he knew the power of his goddess.

What more could he have asked for?
It was the last he could ask.
The power inside no more.
Outside of the surrounding flask.

Closer and closer, he felt he was near.
Faster and faster his mind thought with fear.
His anxiety and emotions seemed to swell like a wort.
And as he grew closer, he could not report.
It, that day, was like a phenomenal day.

The incense lit, he held no dismay.
Power in his palms, it rained like May.
Blood whizzing past his veins inside.
Oh how his veins did cry.

They wanted to be unleashed, his mind knew well.
The blood that was spilled there, nothing would tell.
A single word would never be said.
The convenant that was made like a sacred bread.
Effort and knowledge poured into He.

Every motion played with awoken sensory.
A symphony of words and a pinnacle of light.
Never could a mortal dance with such a plight.
He swooned his magic there and spoke to Gaea so fair.
And she came with awareness and approved.

This mortal in front of his altar, took and removed.
His last spell of love, a feeling so astounding.
A moment of delight and yet fear, it was pounding.
God how I wished inside to feel her again.
Gaea and Aphrodite, did you love me in the end?

He begged and pleaded and asked for a wish.
Oh how it came true, never could it miss!
With for so long as a red burned light.
Ever so true, the stars no fight.

They whispered and waned, they felt his cry.
That solemn wish among a sea of eyes.
All these humans, yet he was prioritized.
Moved to the front, almost victimized.
Yet Gaea worked with Aphrodite on his destiny.

He ran as fast as the way was known to be.
Inside his mind were the blueprints to love.
He challenged his body, kept a steady pace.
Even though he was tired, he wasn't out of faith.
And he thanked those peculiar beacons of light from above.

Soon, it was speaking to him in boughs of voices.
Soon, they said to him with ominous sounds.
Soon, he'd be riddled with very many choices.
Now, it was time for him to reach holy grounds.

This love, this joy, this beautiful world.
All a fantasy that he had unfurled.
Because he trusted the power of his hands.
Now he had in his sight, all of his demands.
And so he looked and waited to see.
This darling man full of mystery.

Thank you Aphrodite for acknowledging my pain.
And Gaea, too, for allowing this to ordain.
Let your magic pour and shelter me with your gift.
Now, for as long as I am, I will never drift.
We are one like all, and all like us--Thank you.