....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 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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