You Speak, In Surrender

You speak— to me without an utterance
	In every sunset you speak

Brilliant orange hues dance fervently, igniting all in sight; 
setting the horizon ablaze. A gentle sapphire tide gently, beckons the crimson fire to 
subside, as dying embers bid the day goodnight. 

You speak— to me without making a sound
	In every season of rain you speak

Lightening penetrates the thresholds of cloud cloaked heavens; earth is left to 
helplessly spectate its flashing, fury. Plants exhale as raindrops kiss their parched 
surfaces, the famished land is quenched. 

You speak— to me without words
	In my every waking moment and breath

Reverberating, as a cymbal, rhythmically thumping to divine cadences, this heart 
echoes your beats. Life, endlessly longing for the ageless One, pulsates and courses 
through my veins causing my lungs inhale mercies, and breathe out grace, from the 
slumber of dusk to the brisk winds of dawn and daybreak, your breath revives my 
soul, stirring me. I’m awake.

 You speak— to me without declaration
	In the battle of life and every war 

Vanquished, a casualty of this life’s mortal combat; carnage; has laid waste, and 
destruction has met this arsenal of strife. Laying down all arms, without a treaty this 
casualty caught a glimpse, from a distance, of your banner, fluttering liberty and 
peace, which so effortlessly urged my arm in your direction; baring a fist tightly 
clenched to a white flag clamped to the end. This soul now soars in a gust of freedom 
in reckless-abandonment in a fresh existence, a new surrender.

Copyright © Bethlehem Derseh | Year Posted 2011

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