Sunken Halo
I.
They burgeoned above my nostrils
With buds that obscured my visions
They walled my head with fences
Towered above my five senses
Distant from myself, things looked too low
Until I drew closer, I couldn't tell
Just how down I was
Just how far God's love had to come for us
II.
They soared above my perception
Shot beyond my wildest imagination
Exceeding stellar peaks
Like pilgrims on the way to the wailing wall
Tearing up at the dandelions and grains in lesser dawn
I thought, if I could give life to these flowers like the sun,
I wouldn't hold back my light for a second
Behind each ear of corn I'll send whispers
And whispers of the spirit's songs to heal my broken frond
III.
What shall be said when the Lord and his hosts cry?
Woe unto those for whom he draws his battle lines
Peace shall be far from the wicked
Where Jezebel vying, wills and grows horns
There shall be her vanities to call down falsehood upon thorns
In the midst of the wolves shall be a lion and lambskin adorned
Adorned in truth to slay artifices
There shall be love's fire to receive our sacrifices
And by the words of a king, put Baal's children to sleep
IV.
So long as God's dome is heavenly
The best chalcedonies grace his twelve gates in majesty
So long as the seraphs do praise him
The four beasts continually bow in his presence, crying holy
So long as angels and elders forget stately thrones
And cast their crowns face down in white robes
Sunken halos shall break free from the hollow
With the righteous lifted, cast the dragon into the bottomless burrow
Copyright © Ebenezer Mcdappa | Year Posted 2023
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