Divine Magnetism

The night doesn’t have a forever hold, We’re not subservient to the embrace of shadows, Light is not perpetually cloaked from our windows, There’s an emancipation towards redemption. Something pulls us to a higher plane, There’s a vacuum in us longing to be filled, They’re cracks in us desiring to be healed, We’re in constant search of the extraterrestrial. There’s a call from the deep, There’s a spiritual gathering, Hearts that are victims of weathering, Souls seeking celestial grace. There’s a pilgrimage towards an eternal door, Something gnaws at our erring hearts, We’re not self-driven carts, The Divine summons our awakening souls. May 14, 2024.