Could it be, Dear God, you see me? Here I am, in Your melodious outside,
where Your presence in night radiance does clearly, for me, most purely abide.
It is the lack of human spun nuisance that allows me to absorb You here.
I need Your love as from above Your awesome choir’s euphony brim
rushes brush music tingles in a mingle with my soul to fresh renew it.
Your love flows warm song to heal the numerous ways I am clueless.
On earth’s floor, upon smooth grass, I lay me down, Father, and pray You
play Your gospel bright purity, your angelic chords of Father-love-security,
yes, please, Your instrumental softly comforting, peacefully rocking me.
My Dear Father, as Your beloved child, I now give my plea to Your night
that it might waltz arm in arm with Your lullaby, dance on high as twilight
rapture music heals and soothes my cry with divinities repertoire.
Your flirty wind chimes deep within me as its hymn flirts upon my skin.
Your symphony of vague promise comes as wave notes again and again.
As a concerto I cannot harness, shadows volley tempo with Your moon,
clouds float an accompanying tune and instruments in Your orchestra
build a crescendo of exciting energy wherein my burdens float
upon wonderous angels who hold them inside their primal notes.
Could I, Father, but lay here amidst Your comforting music,
safe from bruise and pain, I would gladly surrender all I am
to be a hold note in the gold sky of Your spirit-scored refrain.
December 25, 2017
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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