In all these disparate faces,
Amidst the crowds adjacent, a stage stood,
A stage meant to give praise to rock gods who ascended so beautifully.
Deep bellowing soul-crushing bass drums echoed,
Electric war birds screeched melodic songs,
And the vocals rang down like testaments.
We were in attendance at a sermon of heavy metal,
Surrounded by other worshippers in otherworldly convivial cheering.
Until the last song, the last lyric,
And the lights went from neon spectacle to incandescent boredom.
And reality returned, parasitically devouring the dopamine.

Expressions
of spirit
the music
plays on

Beyond any
verbiage
or words
come and gone

At high
elevations
each note
takes you up

To reach
into heaven
where feelings
conduct

As harp
strumming Angels
with harmony
strong

Play chords
of acceptance
to guide
— you along

(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2025)