Visions of reign feign down upon life,
My soul empties
Slits of red angular motion,
Peak to Peak, I see it all.
Whoever wishes, may
Whoever dreams, realizes
Whoever struggles with the eternal, becomes
His purpose in the painful afterglow of life’s first moments.
Shimmering doubts light the fire of the will.
My soul longs for Thee,
The young grow old, the old died
When they were young.
Ridged edges, smoothed sides, settling patterns of confusion.
Pain and sorrow are but the crashing
Of the wave of glory.
Envy is but the last weighty shadows of
A night fading.
Now is but the shadow of a coming bliss.
And all is but the shadow of the return of Christ.
I am perpetually broken, and given license to fly, to give, to be in fullness and not want, to love and to forget how to hate, to give in to the currents of life and be swept along by the rivers of grace and joy, and to know, finally, that the light shineth in the darkness and cannot be overcome.
And this can be truly shown to others in mirror images of words expressed; contrapositives of truth unknown.