wayward child stumbling on brush underfoot,
through rocky understanding dash against stones

The Word I can't see for the forest or trees
despite preventative measures,
burning through time

nous welling with cataracts,
cloudy waterfalls of smoke

Hands outstretch towards me--
my own held fast to decaying matter

foretold forecast of prodigal sunshine
cast shining arrays through clouds of witnesses

stashed wellspring of partial teardrops
scattered upon thunderous horizons

God's striking presence,
lightning in my veins
plasma begets sacrificial blood

the Trinity superceding all states of matter
transfusion of plasma,
flames dashing through my veins,
cleanse and enlighten my inward parts

a deviation of Your nature,
I dare to swallow fire,
praying not to be consumed

bow down with darkened heart
arise light-headed,
acclimating to illumination

engulfed in a storm,
whipped by wisps

lashes of Light
look down on me in a merciful eye

Triune of light,
three beams coalesce as One
shine down radiant understanding
and make light work of heavy burdens

holy suspension of disbelievers
remembered dust found in the spotlight of Your grace

pierced by striations of divinity,
penitent droplets cast refractory remnants into eternity
crowned with prismatic halos of mercy and compassion

incremental suspension
steeped in attitudinal altitudes
feelings electric,
static clings, draws closer,
draws near

kinetic swatches shine
burning brighter, bolder, better
held back, holding tight
to what I hold dear

quickened and fastened
by taking things slowly
trying to be better,
better yet,
better still

peeking out behind blinders,
blink away tears
two pupils of affection learning to see with new eyes

fingerpick heartstrings,
plucking chords holding hands
marionettes interlaced, flitting, strung up from on high