The Luciferian Inversion
Dead Tree, Living Hope
Photo by Joris van der Zalm on Unsplash
“What mysteries we shall one day see unveiled!” -St. Thérèse of Lisieux
Oh how I loathe this life I must live
Hope has disappeared from my veil
I cast my hat down at the brim
covering my eyes from any ascent
No goodness can come from me
For I am nothing more than a dead tree
I drop face first into muddy weeds
For I am nothing but a dead tree
There is no life within this husk of mine
I am but dust speckled throughout, unrefined
For all I am is the clippings of dry dung
What more can I ever offer in being a son?
I am nothing that is all I can say
For maybe I'll be more some day
But before all of that, I am nothing but a dead tree.
About the Author
I am a Catholic revert drawn to the silence, fire, and interior combat of the Carmelite tradition. My reflections blend Scripture, mysticism, and lived experience, inviting readers to rediscover the God who pursues souls in the wilderness. I wish to challenge comfortable Christianity and help spread the fire that was the early Church into the modern age. I am an agorist at heart, and I wish to explore just how subversive the Church can be in winning our spiritual war against the adversary.
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