Doxology I
The man pious entered the dark cell of prayer
Then with a hand stretched towards the wall
and a click almost magical,
Light shone everywhere.
He was not alone.
A humming stream of silent voices struck
Eyes met eyes in one sudden shining
and that made the mark.
In fear of sabotage----that grand misdemeanour
which makes curiosity an option---eyes rolled back to their sockets.
The man of light erect without a word,
the prayer group heard long stories---that thing revelation---
“Everything is possible---including nothing---
All we need is a chance
and one chance is just enough.”
Every ear heard, and eye saw
never a single sight
that better tasked all human senses simultaneously---
Tears broke the barricade
and smiles betrayed.
Random singing---random jumping---,
Like the atoms of John Dalton,
Each moved as the power of revelation incited.
Not afraid of the biased jury---for none judges a revelation!
Each reservation begged for freedom….
Freedom
Freedom.
Hands broke loose,
Feet asked for places enough to tire,
the man gave up ease.
Hallelujah here….Amen there.
Glory came, and glory dwelt.
What a joy there was!
Joy sans frontiers….sans razon!
The air got occupied,
the floor was not deserted either.
That thing bizarre took place
But nobody cared,
what more than assurance
Can the mortal ask
beside promise
Plus a miracle?
Telling none his name, the man of light became famous
in this classis disorder.
The consent was sealed
His praises to sing
And His love to stay.
He looked
they responded.
Because love watches,
It looks.
Copyright © Sila Muthoka | Year Posted 2014
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