Key To The Divine Tune

A god poem

Returning from whence I came, begets the remembrance of who I am. This was but a birthright I would evidently eventually encase. The warming hug from my cells within responding to God's embrace.

Travesties encompassing hope, yearning forth an animating justice from my soul. This journey finds all things born again worthy of Divine Rite. Illumination of Clarity's colors, clearly translucent lines of Yahweh's lost language revealed. Teaches what I do, have, or accomplish will for-never alter my stars. Such a captivating chase, never finished, like clockwork, works wheels indefinitely spinning. Uncloak such deceiving travesty and capture sight of the key to "The Almighty's Sonnet"

Easing into the perfection I am. Surely a true blessing relinquishing ownership of my labor producing fruit's deception. Unveiling the cheery cadence in The Divine's Tune. My soul's pure unity tugs lightly upon the conductor's baton. Being still, being silent I release resistance as the intro begins.

Merging to the omnipotent soul-set surprisingly sweeping my existence beyond new views. Solely reserving a space fantastically freeing the lacks and fears I once knew. For I care not of the carnivorous game trails winding awry from that light but heavenly scent. Descrying celestial symphony's, "Ascended Soulscape." Welcoming the Omnipresent healing's, never yielding unto sin.

Author's Note

Free verse