Epiphany II

Such radiance. Such light. Raging in my soul. Thus, tears well
In my spirit, dripping upon silt. Such mystery is the width of God.
I die therein, pondering the kernel of resurrection. And within
Visions, I’ve caught a glimpse of eternity—oh the depth of
Such paradox. And I’m infused, afloat an orchestra. Thus, my soul,
Fraught with concert, alive, unto the cliff of death. Such glorious
Affliction, thunder and lightning, racing through spirit. It’s the
Mystery of Christ, soaring through the universe, capturing mystic
Souls. I’m at once enchanted, composing to break free, if only to
Kiss the maestro. But this life, so brilliant in its reflection, my sore,
My bliss, as holy as prayer. And upstream lives the Truth—a
Nightmare pressing against the soul—graven intuition. Thus, my
Breath longs for Spirit, the keystone of this cosmic symphony.
And I’m filled with pathos, if only to touch the pearl of my existence.