Poetry: Revelation and Gnosis

Tell me something, if you can.
Tell me why:
     We remain silent when the Divine says  speak?
     We remain still when the Divine says move?
     We remain dumb when the Divine says  explain?
     We remain hungry when the Divine says eat?
     We remain hidden when the Divine says be seen?

Tell me why:
     We divide when the Divine says unite?
     We hate when the Divine says love?
     We condemn what the Divine says is just?

Tell me why:
     In the silence we only hear ourselves?
     And in ourselves only hear silence?

Tell me why:
     In the light, we only see darkness?
     But in the darkness, we cannot see light?

Tell me why:
     We cannot see ourselves for who we are?

Tell me why:
     We judge ourselves better than whonwe have become?

Tell me why:
     We fall into the Void and are left there to rot?
     We sacrifice compassion on the altar of expediency?
     We trade empathy for hatred and rejection?

Tell me why.
Tell me why.
     Tell me why I should not weep for a humanity that elevates itself above the Divine?
Tell me.
Tell me why.
Tell me why we are better.
Tell me.