Paradiso
As we search the river’s source,
It jumps the banks of our twisted past,
Set sail for the uncharted,
The pale flickering of the pole star,
The ever present circle,
Surrounding, unfolding, revealing,
Where mere words find their ending,
My being extols with creation,
As the unseen manifests,
My heart glows at the hope of promise,
Wings of protection above,
Passover and Pentecost crossing,
The sentient creatures converge,
The fluxing pulse of the Comforter,
And I marvel at the care,
That she left the Teacher’s feet for me,
Within His radiant love,
Lives the sustenance of our spirits,
Behold the divine order,
This ink is the blood of the prophets,
The words that come unbeckoned,
To every thief emboldened by grace,
To whom pardon is granted,
Pension within His magnus opus,
New senses are awakened,
All the expanse of ether alive,
The tongue of my muse proclaims,
The Logos who is Lion and Lamb,
The cloud of saints angelic,
Ever spreading the incense of prayer,
Those sown in humility,
Are the heirs of the royal bloodline,
This is the message of love:
“Tend the spark within; fear is no more”,
So hearing, I am entranced,
Imbued in spinning perpetual,
Beyond the evanescent,
Dreams coalesce in truth triumphant,
On this plane surrounding time,
Reverence is felt in shades of silence,
Communing I am aware,
Our souls form the structure of heaven,
Grafting to the woven chord,
Volition found in acquiescence,
Eyes set to the horizon,
My love drinks in a dawn without end,
The well that will not run dry,
Our longing, His signature sincere,
Washing in resurrection,
With the sign of victory christened,
The Light Incarnate burning,
Baptized by fire, our eyes perfected,
Perceiving that great storehouse,
Where moth and rust could never be known,
There every blessing returns,
In harmony transposed to healing,
Upon her visage reflects,
The Illuminate everlasting,
Burning from our countenance,
The remembrance of locusts and lies,
Latent instinct intrinsic,
Drawing us to our intended home,
Confident in obtaining,
Beatrice kneels before the I AM,
Eternal Author of time,
Whose character fills the Book of Names
Copyright © Luke Hobbs | Year Posted 2019
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