Two Pillars stood within the field
One chiseled Stone, precise and cold
The other Brick, organic, warm
Her secrets held yet rarely told
The first declared in measured tones
"The Beast is meant to guard the Tree
To count the fruit, to weigh the vine
And then demand its rightful fee"
But Brick sat patient by His side
Her presence hummed a deeper song
Of mercy flowing, grace unbound
Abundance gifted, sweet and long
And I, who stood between the two
Went inward, down a misty way
To find the path where knowledge meets
The wisdom of Her molded clay
In mystic text, on ancient page
I heard the tune renewing earth
Conceived in love: the Mother’s son
To all Her gift: a second birth
Then from a hidden, ringing cave
She stepped, alight with piercing flame
A Muse, a Mother, Breath sublime
She quickened thought and shaped its frame
The pillars stand, both firm and true
But only both can hold the dome
For Law must serve what Love will birth
To make the field a Garden Home
