Wait for my holiness.
I watched stars for you I chased down
telescopes to gaze at you.
I flowed in the pools of void
To forge an awakened and redeemed vision
To present to you a song of longing.
The longing to be held by a universe of
truth and an answer to my every waking moment.
I pursued an avenue and I often get pulled
back into thinking I was better off…
But alas,
I am better off in the cosmos,
In the rhythm of the friction of the divine
ultimatums of preselection.
Prediction
Foretelling
Foreword movement.
A moment in time separated by spaces of plenty and renewal.
A balancing glass globe holding over the
level of mahogany base.
A cherry wood finish and resplendent
lullaby
Of coming home to
Peace.
So I said, “Wait for my holiness”.
Wait for the divine to speak through me
As it speaks through you
For then maybe I could understand you
More clearly
More true.
