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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