The sibilant silent subtle whisper,
wonderful, with gravitas,
speak while
the whirling winds, rushing by
co-mingling with the ethereal lights
shining
singing
softly
dancing with the dust motes of the night
among the leaves
silently
splendidly,
Capture
And put to fly,
swiftly
softly,
the words that one
just one
(one?)
is meant to listen.
Lightly
the lilting
words,
wonderful
stabs the heart
and ushers in
true sight
to one that was
hard hateful
harsh
holed-up hideous
Like one that wakes up, he sees
the muck and the grime;
guilt and fear
racing in the eyes
of one who heard the words
as he waits,
waiting
wondering
with gravity
what is he to do next…
To move only the eyes
to be still
standing
silent
shushed
aware of who is there
Kingly
Majestic
Golden
Radiant
With light pouring down
and with eyes looking at the light
lithe is its dance
long is its path
large is its scope.
All he could do, was stand
Then
He knelt
knowing
knees down the ground
he was unworthy
to be standing…
…shapes dancing
bright they are
yet
shadowy
pale
dim
in the greatest light
and the sun shone dimly,
knowing who is there
the moon made no
comment, just
stood
reflecting
the greatest light…
…he knelt…and wept
weeping
tears
tight emotions inside
tearing him apart
a levee broken
an internal deluge
delivered in the dark
corners of him
delving the stone
with water
water with electromagnetic-H2O
Purer
Brighter
clearer than glass
than air
than space.
He fell
face upon the surface
of space
sibilantly
silently
softly
in
Surrender
Wonderfully
into His arms
arms of might, of strength, of power
arms of anger, of wrath, of punishment
arms of love...love so pure, so sweet, so deep, so glorious, so faithful,
so wonderful, with gravitas
Praise Him...Alleliua.