Faceless

Soul aflutter, a storm aflight, the sprout of Om, the psalms of
Light. But depth the soul, the debt of sin, the death of life, a
Lion’s den. My faceless ache, aloft the waves, adrift a stream,
The wings of flame. And spear to heart, to suffer sore, the
Plight of Christ, a christic core. But mystic flare, a swamic
Flight, a zealot flame, a cultic sight. My faceless ache, a
Voiceless prayer, the pledge of life, a priceless flare. And tare
To soul, the strife of thought, the stress of love, a deathless walk.

Soul aflutter, a storm aflight, the sprout of Om, the psalms of
Light. But ocean storm, a tragic tear, a torrent wild, a wave to
Fear. My faceless ache, abort the death, aflame the life, the
Knife of breath. And soul to God, an image bare, a current
Strong, a surge aflare. And tare to soul, the strife of thought, the
Stress of love, a deathless walk.