Veiled

Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson “Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see, skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.” A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist and so she flies on, into a world untouchable as dawn; She is a castaway in a land far away a daydreamer disentangled from the rip tide of reality a torn vessel gliding through a shroud, most High. Forty cubits long and twenty cubits wide she fits in the palm of His hand, like a small Jesus. It takes three hundred Sacred Angels to appease her ear-shattering cries Each time she flies here to this place, her wistful sadness disappears. This is a place where all good girls go to die where the agatat sound of a tearing veil and the arcanum whisper of God prevails, A place where a child is heard and paried in love.