the prophets could hear God
through the lightning,
the clouds, or anything the air
could reach.
the poets were there to document
the magistrate
of those excellence
captured
in the word
seen.

a man that be led and lead his father
has the power over every of man.
then shall we collect sons and daughters to grow the family
that is within the heart
of him who lives
through they that live ?
for love is there in which
the family of earth rejoice
together to puzzle us all
together into
our better unity.

the thanksgiving feast
a congregation of homes
with tasty tender affections
and blessing texts.

what were once walls
are now curbs.
the fences to be lept
like the leaping lambs
in the shepherd's
pastoral gaze.
in his
plentiful roaming hills,
there lack none
of any that
but husbandry.

the way i'll reverberate
i'll find stars in your eyes.

because the truth is my resonance
and you're but the beauty to me.

but the light fades
when it ceases to be arisen.

those dark pitfalls
are void of
the will of
presence.

as if our voices are
unheard to any beckon.

speak;
and the wind
will be
made apparent.
it shall smell save of
juniper and lemon.

I could feel the angel's light
through her body.
every single piece of her
reality.
the lines and curves
were unfathomable to
me,
lest any of her movement.

u'd leave letters
gifts and loves
and they'd be
taken from the
spot u had put them
by the next morning

the clouds, they rolled into eachother
        of an angel wing's breadth.
          swirling swilling and swelling-
                            ~ that were
  mountains~            miles
          appended upon day's sky.

I was lost in it;
     but I found it there.
     beauty; glory and grace.
     these tears were inspired
     by awe alone.