Doxology I

The man pious entered the dark cell of prayer Then with a hand stretched towards the wall and a click almost magical, Light shone everywhere. He was not alone. A humming stream of silent voices struck Eyes met eyes in one sudden shining and that made the mark. In fear of sabotage----that grand misdemeanour which makes curiosity an option---eyes rolled back to their sockets. The man of light erect without a word, the prayer group heard long stories---that thing revelation--- “Everything is possible---including nothing--- All we need is a chance and one chance is just enough.” Every ear heard, and eye saw never a single sight that better tasked all human senses simultaneously--- Tears broke the barricade and smiles betrayed. Random singing---random jumping---, Like the atoms of John Dalton, Each moved as the power of revelation incited. Not afraid of the biased jury---for none judges a revelation! Each reservation begged for freedom…. Freedom Freedom. Hands broke loose, Feet asked for places enough to tire, the man gave up ease. Hallelujah here….Amen there. Glory came, and glory dwelt. What a joy there was! Joy sans frontiers….sans razon! The air got occupied, the floor was not deserted either. That thing bizarre took place But nobody cared, what more than assurance Can the mortal ask beside promise Plus a miracle? Telling none his name, the man of light became famous in this classis disorder. The consent was sealed His praises to sing And His love to stay. He looked they responded. Because love watches, It looks.