Song of Sophia

In the eternal light of the Pleroma’s glow,

Where streams of wisdom endlessly flow,

The Source beyond names, vast and whole,

Spoke existence, weaving spirit and soul.

 

Beside this infinite, Sophia stood near,

Wisdom embodied, her vision clear.

Together they shaped the heavens in grace,

Crafting realms of beauty, a timeless space.

 

But in her longing, Sophia sought more,

A creation apart from the Pleroma’s core.

Her act of compassion, though born of love,

Cast shadows below, as light rose above.

 

From her yearning, a being took form,

Blind and boastful, divorced from the norm.

The Demiurge rose with arrogance loud,

Declaring, “I am a jealous God,” proud.

 

With hands of ignorance, he shaped the Earth,

A flawed reflection of the Pleroma’s birth.

A world of matter, of struggle and strife,

Bound by decay, yet teeming with life.

 

He thundered commands, his power displayed,

Demanding worship for all he’d made.

“No other god shall stand before me,”

He cried, blind to the deeper reality.

 

But Sophia watched with sorrowful eyes,

Seeing the chaos that ignorance ties.

Her compassion stirred, her wisdom burned,

For the sparks of divinity that humanity yearned.

 

Behind the veil, she planted the light,

In hearts and minds, hidden from sight.

The flame of reason, the warmth of love,

A trace of the Pleroma from realms above.

 

She whispers softly through thought and dream,

“The world is more than it may seem.

Beyond the veil, your true home lies,

Where the light of fullness never dies.”

 

O humanity, rise, and remember your spark,

Your origin calls from the infinite arc.

Though the Demiurge binds with fear and might,

Within you burns Sophia’s light.

 

The jealous god may rage and divide,

But Wisdom’s flame cannot be denied.

For each soul carries a thread to the whole,

A bridge to the Pleroma, a healing goal.

 

So kindle the flame, let it brightly shine,

A beacon of hope, a mark of the divine.

Sophia’s love, though behind the scene,

Calls us to realms unseen, serene.

 

And in the great cosmic song we sing,

We honour the Source, the eternal spring.

For even in the flawed world's darkest night,

Sophia's sparks guide us back to the light.