Ascending, Harmonious Jubilance I cherish most

A run-on sentence, free verse/rhyme poem… Baptizing myself miraculously in the benevolent, bubbly bathtub…playing in the cleansing water like a beloved cub Rubbing my blitheless, blessed body with serene warmth and with a sensational, tranquil shrub in hand in passion’s pub Descending into the delightful, drenched and diligent waves of bravery…beneath the shimmering surface Below is where my weary, sensitive feet is planted in placid paradise and my hands are roaming around the glistening circumference I can feel the sand of serenity in this sea of ecstasy and beyond I am like a flamboyant, fervent and faithful frog in a murky pond In this bog all along and sogginess of my skin is moist with magnificient glow I’m lying down now much like a lonesome log, happiness is in the radiant flow Ascending ambitiously and automatically in this realm of remedy-roving, iridescent remembrance of long ago… The lovely, levitating feeling of forever flourishment exceedingly grows a smile on my face of gracefulness aglow Harmonious jubilance joyfully jumping in my heart of hopefulness… The attitude of gratitude emerges in these contentment universes of utopia in progress… Cherish the moment with me as we previously possess a power of pleasant, pleasurable peaceful endeavors Caress me with your clever, motivating encouragement and I will show you the narrow pathway, abiding by your side No one will steal our joyousness and we will rejoice with our voice and it’s our choice to be poise without any errors Extraordinarily excited and wholeheartedly, wondrously wandering around far and wide, indeed, far and wide I implore you — we shall not suffer long and we will prosper perseverantly, so please passionately wait on the Lord of Accord…our turbulent tribulations will be truly, sincerely explored and our vibrant, vivacious voices of gentility shall thrive and strive jubilantly while melodic, mesmerizing motivation from on high will eventually be restored No longer will we belong in the captivity of the dangerous, avarice-driven Devil…we must remain humble and meek as a whole Open up your admiring, awe-inspiring arms to the light of longevity and lovingkindness due to being rescued from the malice-engulfed grave by His sheltering sword The shield of yielding to the Word of Life will be everlasting forevermore and we will be an angelic dove above, taking wing and bringing us to His terrific temple beyond a benevolent, bubbly soul Reside with me in the elegant essence of excellent rejuvenation…a desirable destination beyond recognition Luminous lamentation will no longer shine like the moon in the darksome, diminishing skies of our crimson, crescent cries… Triumphant, brilliantly gleaming and gracious glory outshines the resonating, gleaming effulgence amongst us in our rebellious oblivion Disconsolate, gloomy mindsets of doubt tries to drown away God’s radiant, spiritually reminiscent route — His faithful, fretless fervent Father tells no lies!