Oh
for holy, the beach of dreams, dying where Jesus stood, enlove with fate. We
cry a tear’s explosion, athirst for gas, to flicker a flaming furnace.
Unharness death, for death’s defeated, to stare for eyes. I love it this rain,
a well of wealth, a whale for souls. Oh majesty, to eat at Your table, dangling
from destiny. The balcony is silver, to long for gold, to see as Christ. I die
Your person, to rise Your soul, nibbling pressures. There’s wickedness, to
usher that found holy, and how for this grace. Judas dies softly, for ushering
life, for partaking of Joy; for calamity comes, but woe to joys, where God
condemns. We love for shadows, to perish and rise, addicted to the flux; for
the sea is heavy—with crashing waves, to offset a ship. The Ghost is moving,
and tearing through souls, a gift as fluid as winds. I loved for loss, to have
never had, to bless a soul. We die to life, to recruit the heaves, to dine with
angels. We love You, Lord; to feel for essence, to know the FBI worships; for
cultic it is, to yearn for kids, as aware as Job. We die Your life, to trek the
rivers, and climb the caves. It’s mystic psychs, for cryptic lights, to perish
a legacy. We found heaven, to imbue a symbol, to feel a fire; where yogis
yearn, to turn a vessel, to boomerang love. The walls are Jericho, to trample
and trek, where justice was vengeance. I see for grace, an old woman’s face,
limping towards brilliance. Oh the Father, to love for children, to give for
that for wanted. The tears retreat, to see for life, an art for a newborn son;
where daughters roam, molding parents, one prayer shy of forgiveness. It’s more
the Lord, to soothe the soul, as held as Jews; for God is good, and but One
God, the pride of souls.
