A Prodigy
Turning onto reflection street again
Walking down the quietness of its path
Toward the Cathedral....This place of hope!
In need of direction, and strength to carry on
Finding myself often, drawn to this need
Amid the constant scatterings I find....
Pondering these past few months
The things that I have written
The words that I have spoken
The belief, that I have held....
A rift in time
Of a time, that I once knew!
The winds stirring, tossing all about
Rising before me now
These raybion's, of praelodial light
Light, within this moment
This moment in life ?A prodigy
It seems to have become!
A calling, however surreal to behold
For yet still
The shadows of the haunting's past
The sins of flesh's falls
Linger, within their chains of doubt
Mingled, with this cloud of uncertainty
The residue, of ones own weakness
Trying to navigate, beyond its relentless siege....
Opening the doors, to this ancient temple
This sanctuary, of fortified walls
Slowly, down its crimson aisles
Past the souls, that fill its golden pews!
Dreamistic views, of God's own prophets
Upon the altar
Stain glassed windows, with endless eyes....
Glancing, toward the cherubic figures
Statues....
Trickling waters, that bring them life!
Life, that brought me here
Bowing silently, at the feet of Christ....
Beyond the curtain long removed
By the blood, of "His Sacrifice!"
Mist in my eyes
Humbly upon my knees
Within the Holy, of the holies
I softly speak....Here am I, dear Lord
"Dear Lord!" ~
Turning onto reflection street
Walking down, the quietness of its path....
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.....................A Prodigy
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