O King

Firing the light moving

Fracture created particles

Moving from the hand

Feeding both love and evil

Casting rays of deliverance

Upon the sprouts of clay creation

Feeling so small in this life

Spreading breath waves

Nourishing all the ways

Every opening and crevice

None to be unseen

O, feeling so small

All the words unworthy

To speak of thee

Closed lips, open hearted

None could never

Bowed on bended knee

O, King, O, King

Every could put down knee

Bones they fragilely break

In fear of the presence

Every could put down fist

Bones they fragilely break

In reverence of being

Close, O, King

Every shall bow

As it is written

O King of kings