For the Old Gnostics

The Fathers put their trust in the end of the world
And they were wrong.   The Gnostics were right and not
Right.   Dragons copulate with their knobby tails.
Some somnolent wealth rises unconcerned,
Over there!   In the world!   Ponderous stubborn
Sorrow weighs down the flying Gospels.
Some enormous obstacle blocks our way.
The untempered soul grumbles in empty light.

Copyright Credit: Robert Bly, "For the Old Gnostics" from Talking Into the Ear of a Donkey. Copyright © 2011 by Robert Bly.  Reprinted by permission of Georges Borchardt, Inc..
Source: Talking Into the Ear of a Donkey (W. W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2011)