Glory

# A fine mist filled the room the moment she began singing Covering my presence; concealing all that is congenital in me *--and the years and years and years of my family-laid, dysfunction.. Of the harm, inherent in me Of the damage to her Beautiful-Everything I can do.. (Things are not OK when my war-torn D N A comes into play.) ..... I open the door and walk into the room. Small fingers slowly sliding off of keys as her glowing face falls, now turns ashen* An instant, Ichabod-like undoing turning Steam, into stone.. *And still I reach for her; the thin fabric of her dress the only barrier between us-- ..keeping the oils of our skin from blending together (the angel closes her eyes.. as the Glory that was hers is now hiding in the corner of the room) I am weeping now-- This beautiful Lovedream.. This one perfect chance since the day I was born; For my deeply-protected spirit to intertwine with that of another.. Over the keyboards I reach as I press myself to her..* there is a danger here.. *--as much for her as there is for me.* Through the tremble, I am so incredibly uncertain *Yet still I gaze at her-- consumed, by Spirit-crave..... (Small hands slowly reach around me.. Those beautiful orbs, for eyes staring, so intently-- ..A cherub-like face around me, peering.. --Those eyes now closing As gifted fingers on keys bring forth the most perfect tune.)* And suddenly a whole world, treacherous becomes immediately safe. #

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m-vogel

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Jan 3, 2023

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Notes: For all the moments, never known
'cause he stepped off of the tallest sail
for all the love he left below in the waves

He made his peace with letting go
said some things he'd never dared to say--
the one the Lighthouse left alone;
. . .
Til a set of eyes had pinned him
became his version of a Kingdom
Now I know they'll never hunt me

When she's singing to me, "Glory"
(And a hopeful rhythm woke within him)
She's singing to me, "Glory"
(Had some letters written, 'course she's in 'em)

I was only ever thinking 'bout you, you know--
.. singing to me, "Glory;"

A set of eyes had pinned him
Became his version of a Kingdom..
She's everything the devil can't be

when she's singing to me... Glory.
https://youtu.be/ZRzhTiaO83o

Perfection, encased
in the most beautiful spirit-temple
Tags: #love #fear #pain #childhoodtrauma #giftedness #magic #glory #eternity

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