You were my coffee today
Just walking along the road
to Hell knows where on the last day of July
My car made the turn onto Sheridan
and my eyes caught the motion of your swagger,
dark pants
Black tank
Probably a red shirt wrapped around your waist
corded arms slightly bowed to give the impression of a badass

your long hair flowing in the morning air

In an instant your head came up
Instinctively giving you the image of my nearing car

And then you smiled

The edges of my vision are softened by feathers
like a veil they cover my face.
A thin layer to shield me from the piercing light that emanates from the throne, glinting through the emerald rainbow,
my feathers are tinged an ever so slight green,
where I float in constant expectation of the worship
sounding,
roaring,
rising,
singing,
flowing from each immeasurable particle stamped with the name of the Maker, every tiny piece of heaven,
every tiny piece of earth,
all that was given a place in physicality when in joy God rose and spoke!
Ever since that moment,
we vibrate with life,
shivering in hope,
rejoicing in the command so sweetly whispered to our bones,
as we wait.
We wait, and we sing,
for the lamb has overcome,
yet we wait for a moment longer,
just a moment,
for what we have never seen will enter soon.
A lovely new,
for which the elders fall,
spirit moans,
the creature sing,
and the Beloved on earth still pray.