Mysteries unspoken
Now take form
A symphony of
Sanctifying sounds—
Alarm, trust, faith
These whispers
Wrestle with darkness
Too great to name
They tremble the earth,
Move Him to compassion:
“Ready the horses.
Sound the trumpets,
Prepare for war.”
With every breath,
A shift in the cosmos.
Spirit of Fire,
Bridle my tongue,
Brand your words
Upon my lips,
Bring me back
To Eden’s gate
Upon your chariot—
Head and heart
In line with Yours.