inside loves sits a catalyst of love
and doves breath peace as they rest on limbs above
through the spark- HARK!
the angels sing
a chariot swings
low
below the pendulum
rests boards of keys
that sing hymns to Him
every note is a prayer within
every letter in the alphabet forms
an army that marches with Him
and when the trumpets blow
it just goes to show:
that every spark has
potential to grow and
what burns is desire
the heart produces fire
the fire turns to tongue-twists and
sentence-splits and
the fragments hold it together
like injury and splints-
that’s just it!
i hold a torch fueled by Holy’s presence
i seek to scorch evil’s essence and
essentially present myself on bended knee
cause’ that seems the only thing to bring humility
