A Question of Faith

Ever stating this truth ? Still through time these thoughts in vague, arise... Nearly seven years ago now, standing aside her river while gazing unto the sky Angels parting Love's curtains; hope's trickling blood Mercy's child an open wound his brow Against all expectations odds perhaps afore, the turning door ? Worry not what words You shall then thus speak for the Spirit be your Father will guide, light's way ? Peering betwixt these columns glazed of marble; before their kings as queens and ancient old.. Rulers dividing the spoils another's reason yet now, this purpose is it's own ? Stone washed White robes twinkling stars should you believe; that I can do as you wish spitting into her dust yes Lord bowing she but touched Beauty's hem, while they stood astonished pondering, what manner of man Commands both her water their wind that such shall obey; Prophetic's baptism wrapped amid, Glory's.... Loving arms a paragon heaven His baby dreams; wondering, be it pride or ignorance ? Considering the ravens.