Poetry on the Sacred, Spirituality, and the Mystery of Existence

Por Maurício de Oliveira

If the Sacred Does Not Exist

If the sacred does not existThe wolf does not run through the storm, howling in the windIf the sacred does not existThe sky does not color the bewildered eyes in the nightIf the sacred does not existMoonlight does not spill across the golden wheat fieldsIf the sacred does not existSilence inspires nothing in loversIf the sacred does not existThere is no coolness of dew upon the weariness of scienceIf the sacred does not existThe fury of the sea does not turn us inwardIf the sacred does not existThe infinite is not mysterious and reveals itself to every foolIf the sacred does not existThere is no unknownAnd without it, nothing isBecause nothing can become.
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Poetry about the sacred often arises from an attempt to name that which cannot be fully explained. In **“If the Sacred Does Not Exist”**, spirituality appears not as a doctrine, but as a way of looking at the world: the wolf in the storm, the moonlight over the wheat fields, the silence of lovers, the coolness of the dew, and the fury of the sea become signs of something that transcends reason.

This relationship between nature, mystery, and transcendence runs through the history of poetry. From the mystical poems of **St. John of the Cross** to the poetry of **Fernando Pessoa**, through the symbolism of **Charles Baudelaire** and the Romantic tradition, many poets have found in the visible world a passage to that which remains invisible. Nature ceases to be merely a landscape and comes to suggest a deeper reality.

There is also a philosophical dimension to this quest. When the poem asserts that, without the sacred, “there is no unknown,” it links spirituality and mystery to a fundamental question about existence itself: **what does it mean to exist in the face of that which we cannot comprehend?**

The sacred, in this sense, need not be restricted to religion. It can be found in ancestry, in silence, in contemplation, in the power of nature, and in the realization that there are things greater than ourselves. This is a poem about spirituality, transcendence, and existence—but above all, about the mystery that prevents the world from becoming merely what we already know.

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