His love washes over me / Pristinely / Drenching me, deluging me / In surging airborne streams /
A parcel of wind greets me / & raises me to Him. / In the Light of Dreams, of sweet reverie, / There I find Him. /
Beside me he fulminates / Making me adamantine, / Diamonded / Glistening resplendently. /
A place of concealment, a sanctuary, / He drenches me in His Light, baptismal, / Cascades me, / In its torrential downpour. /
In stillness there is revelation, / In stillness there is clarity, / Though our hearts tremulous, may quake & tremble, / He awakens us anew each morn. /
He unravels the hidden secrets with me, / As though pristinely clear. / He shows me that there, / Exists no reason to quiver in darkness /
Rather, I must / Grow, learn, flourish, effloresce, & burgeon / In The Light of the Sun. / He is my maker, He is my creator, He is my God, Jehovah. /