Apresiasi REAKSI: The Untold God

III

The Untold God

Oleh: N. Gie

He watched them kneel beneath His architecture,

their sins trembling like candles too close to dying.

In the hush between their heartbeats,

He heard what prayer could never translate

the ache of creation,

asking to be more than forgiven. 

He built the world in symmetry:

stone for the cathedral, flesh for the altar,

and love

for the wound that would outlive both.

But what He made perfect, they touched into meaning.

What He called holy, they called each other. 

Now, His silence fills the nave like spilled wine.

The mosaics shimmer with unfinished grief,

each shard remembering what light once felt like.

He cannot descend,

nor can He turn away.

For to love them was to break Himself open

a God bent, not from wrath,

but from witnessing what He could never hold.

The sky bends over the old town,

Christmas bells toll in lament,

and He

still nameless, still infinite

remains the sinner who created beauty

and cursed it to feel.

Filosofi:

This poem is the final mirror, The Untold God, completing the trinity. 'God' here is the one who observes both with a sorrow that feels like eternity pressed against glass. It stands between reverence and ruin: the watcher, the silence, the ache that binds both Her and Him.