Commander of the Stars,
Pleading for an impossible obedience
And raising a standard.
He battled for choice,
And entrapped the Father of all Hate.
His ultimate love enfolds us,
Despite superiority that makes
His compassion unnecessary.
And yet,
He builds bridges beneath us
And creates tangible comfort
Like warmth.
His scarred hand is a beacon
Among the black struggle.
Full of strength, never wavering.
Lost, look up.
Fallen, but not down.
The life in my lungs,
The blood pumping through my arteries,
The soul in my throat
All leap with unquestioned gratitude
For their mechanic functions.
His acceptance is unconditional,
And he already toils on high
To created a permanent home for us.
He eagerly and patiently awaits
With mercy draped around his very
Existence.
Sending support and tears for sorrow,
His frame
Is selfless.
This is absolutely beautiful. Truly. If I could, I would quote every line.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing that.
"He prays for heaven's floor to break, just so a little light can come down on his dark shoulders, to keep the dark marks under his eyes from becoming permanent."
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing I loved the whole thing!