Footsteps of God

The salvation experience of being born again

As the afternoon fades away into a silhouette, 

A light wakes the soul that risen from slumber,

And voices in the night drifts into a calmer beat 

Of footsteps tapping on the threshold of the door.

 

In the dim eerie night, a lamplight brought below  

Shadows of the trees like phantoms growing tall,

Radiant clouds of firelight came with closer glow

And the form fall takes a pathway upon the wall.

 

Fears came soundless and trembling in my feet,

A messenger coming downward from the skies,  

Like the ambiance of hope so still and so discreet,

The shadow transformed a gaze into my eyes.

 

Invoke spiritual guide with serenity heaven sent,

On abandon scroll wrote the note of sinful demise,

Aridity and reproof being more beauteous lament,

I saw God’s mercy wore essence and compromise.

 

Steely impression strolling in the peaceful footstep,

Comes and walked right through my foreign body,

Takes my vacant heart and into pools of tears leap

With utter calm, I remember the voiceless call only.

 

Lay prostrated in the water looking up into a stream,

So still and saintly I hear soft music warbling at me,

From those footsteps mingle the syncopating rhythm  

Strings stir my conviction into a voiceless decree.

 

Which I could not comprehend the divine addressing

Reason why the spirit came so far from the stars,

And breathe into my heart soft rebukes and blessings,

Until all my fears were taken away into deep skies.