Theurgy

Theurgy is not theology nor spiritual art, one does not speak of God, one does His part.

The action makes it profoundly clear, not talking, not manipulating, but God-work crafted here.

It is not prayer that begs and bows and borrows, "Please fix my sorrows for tomorrows."

Theurgy does not knock to ask for favor, it cleans the house, cooks dinner, to host the divine flavor.

People speak of God as distant, themselves as small, Theurgy says, "Come closer in my house and all."

With rite and ritual, purification, the soul becomes a willing station.

Its goal is not mere superficial intervention, but the end of separation.

Not hallelujah to lift a fleeting fire, but soul alight, that shall not expire.

Society is lost in cushioned pews, claiming righteousness in holy news, where words claim empty spaces, and masks are falling off the faces.

The Godly act is living Love to be whole, to live and feel the Soul.

Thinking is not knowing, nor applying art, adoration is to set oneself alight with heart.

The experience in the doing has results, ancient images and sculptures show this divine cult.

Instead of talking and claiming, let action do the holy framing.

Happenings in love at first sight, is virtue for another league to be right.

The humble man still shares his belonging, not thinking twice in doing.

Coincidence is God's and kindled souls' way, of anonymous to stay.

Those who pray in providing love, resume the law — Below from Above