What Have You Created?
It’s been unlike a feeling, uncured silence. Pure churning. Put angst into tenor. Place grace upon a platter. To have lived was forbidden; to have died was proffered. Courage of lions; covert motion; becoming all things to all persons. To locate You – some emotion – in chant – to phone You early in saga. There’s majesty; supplemental spirits. The soul of Joseph; such excellence. To leapfrog, lured by holy need, a Nazarite was given. The world will flourish where they suffer.
Terrycloth. A soul is cloth. A soul is condemned to eternal life. To return. To awaken. To repeat itself. When it was said, it was heard, it was carried off into a message, it travelled by verbiage—sullen consecration. (Wonder appears; macabre adventure; a man always believes it would be beautiful, faced by travesty, a man ignores his pace.) What have You done? What have You unveiled? Soul of Your Spirit; art of Your Chambers. With arriving in sphere, one tragic, glorious
level; or becoming holy indifference, all of carnality losing texture; sheer pandemonium. Trying to understand David; it’s beyond reach: a soul found favor—endured strife. There’s love of Christ, undefiled. There’s saturation disputing spiritual boundaries. In all debates, something holy is shared. Those mystic fruitages, to crave by nature, certain paradox. In kneeling by spirit, humble when possible, trying to forget a treasured conundrum. What have You created?
