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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 requisition

Amid the constant scatterings I find....

Pondering these past premonative years

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 raybions, 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 hauntings past

The sins of fleshs 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 "Gods" own prophets

Upon the altar

Stainglassed 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 Father'"....

...."Dear Lord!" ~

Turning onto reflection street

Walking down, the quietness of its path!!

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A Prodigy

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