The Caves

Deeper in and wider,
Edge is center, center edge.
A cosmic pattern, the divider,
Now the limit is a hedge.

On the floor of the cave a crack:
A chasm wider than Earth.
And the pit of this void rings back,
A cavern of greater girth.

So climb deeper down, my brother,
Come dance in the deeper well.
At the bottom, again another
Crack rich with scents from Hell.

Oh the joy of this darkening journey,
In an ever deepening night,
Is the eyes adjusting: the turn-key,
To see the faintest light.

The Devil went down in the deeps.
He tried to eat the Earth’s core.
Now stuck in the depths his  wrath keeps.
Unable to scratch and bore.

Another, they say, went down.
He did not tunnel or prod,
Through the Earth’s core He wound,
As son of man, or of God?

He, the one who left gemstones,
To light up the dark trail with hope.
And when the darkness our sense hones,
His handholds guide down every slope.

One day we’ll break through a surface,
We’ll reach the other side.
And though it was not Hell’s purpose,
God, through Hell, did guide.