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