The Earth's Fever is Broken

Weeping whistle that summons me to heavens doors,
You transcend me into the whispering light
That follows man around when he becomes shadow
For the singing willow tree.
I am not of the true ways of bliss,
But I welcome all transgressions that fall at my feet.
For on and on, I shall continue to search for the richest melodies
Found within nature itself in times of duress,
And I shall behold the purest voice of all that comes from
A treasured sparrow that lands on top of my index finger
When I shall extend my arm for his welcome.
All the gates shall be christened unto you
When the earth’s fever is broken,
But I shall not commence my mind with tainted waters
That threaten to whisk me away into the cavity of the moors.
For if the rain becomes my shield,
I shall be lead away into the strength of the sunlight,
And burn into the hearts of man.

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[TL Boehm]

this reads very much like a prayer and I appreciate the weave of biblical imagery - the sparrow....specifically. through this piece.

[Randolf Ramos]

To accept him is to first accept that the omnipotent God loves us!
Well expressed!

Keep it up!