When Jesus Comes
When Jesus Comes
When His steps descend among the stars,
When Jesus walks upon the earth within us that struggles,
seas of raging darkness lose their fury between the edges.
His arrival brings silence upon the inner storms,
a peace that settles softly, like white flakes in the azure horizon,
when Jesus steps, piercing pains become precious stones.
The zephyr of long vigil nights breathes,
When the Savior walks among us,
the dizziness of the restless soul is calmed in waves of solace,
that cradle thoughts like leaves slumbering under the moon,
and we encounter grace, as a splendorous garment worn,
when He chooses His step in our unfinished dream.
And choirs of silent years are heard in the twinkling of open eyes,
When Jesus descends into the depths of the struggling being,
in our hearts, where darkness was, a new torch is lit,
in the breast that once groaned under weight, a hymn is woven,
and the Soul of the Earth hears comfort flourishing,
when Jesus, in mystery, lifts the eased cross high.
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Dan Enache
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