Dominas Rex

So soft does the wings of an angel fly
To touch the errant disclaimer of my heart
In all reality forgotten saints still pray
Still stand their ground over horror.
Refusing to back off from the threat of darkness.
The smallest angel follows in approval.
Waiting for the opportunity to give comfort.
I see your radiance in the reflection of windows.
I sense your presence in the rain.
IT is not a thing to take for granted.
In the great lost caverns of mankind. 
I feel lost and dwarfed by numbers.
I see that technology has attempted to bury faith.
Miracles come cheaply in virtual reality.
I see that God does not want to be a soundbite.
it is insulting to think in those terms.
Church greediness is not godliness.
Church going is no guarantee of salvation.
The lonely spirit is as likely to ascend father.
Who shall forgive your sins?