I will write no more unless you love me, my eyes will no longer shine. In the rain when the grey turns to white you will no longer say G-d cries. I will kiss without feeling if you refuse to flatter me, for it is all I require. Some host they ask for gifts of tongues I seek only your affection and careful praise when you are tired.
Your walls they have grown haughty with possessions and reverberation of noise. Your sacrifices have turned like melted sourness your posture lacking poise. You do not listen, when you walk, your lowered eyes negate my voice. You lament crimes of other shadows, without seeing you miss the symphony of uttered words. Your strange answers have become over used.
I carry fire that burns without warming, my passion cold with ice. The scales have weights of feathers, no balance you find worthy to try. I will laugh without smiling if you do not speak to me, for without words you are not free. Some crosses ask for blood without pleasure, I insist only upon your reflection in knowing that I am me.
Your wilderness in G-d forms your haunting, a second of time that’s not your own. Your world has turned my spirit to stone. You refuse to dream of children and harvest, you summon danger and torment you cannot control. You wake without sleeping, you make blood without purpose, you seek to beckon law that is not corporeal, and cannot be released.
Yet until now so far
I am the quintessence of your need of legitimacy, my compassion spawned on a millennium of your storms. I descend on your thorns. I will bathe you in solitude, I will give you even more, for sorceries and oaths not spoken I will speak your light immortal where you feel blindness no more. A wounded darkness has fallen I will see you bleed no more.
Your love in me is law unchanging, it cannot move on the tide or rhyme. Your focus and calm in momentum must heal my fear of our divide. You must know my magic before first light, and dance in my temple when the moon is bright. Your forehead and knowledge are ever before me, you are given unfettered emanation the first psalm and now judged sight.
I awoke at 3:00 last night free judged and the first psalm like flame burned in me! – DS 12/17/13
- Psalm 16 (oh-mag.com)