“The Route Less Traveled to Sophia”

The fall of Constantinople,
What a fall that was. To see not only,
Might and muscle tremble and draw to a close, abruptly end.
Furthermore an impermeable force crushed.

That is the reality of my love for you, Sophia.
You raided my heart, and sacked,
Any other possibility of chance my spirit may have had.
At finding conviction and devotion in myself.

Dufay said it best,
“All her friends have dealt treacherously with her;
There is not one of her lovers to comfort her.”
How is it that I too, with all my Sophia,
Have become like the Matris Ecclesia Constantinopolitane?

And yet, from the dust which was to be the fate,
Of this church, these people; future supposedly entrenched in time.
From their plummet they rose, as too shall I.
And once again plant myself on the sturdy rock,
My boulder, my life map, of meandering side streets.