Such Vibration: Such an Inrush

Such vibration: such an inrush; and cosmic flame, a sacred
Trust. My freshet wave, the heart’s ablaze, a cultic slave, a
Saintly cave. And light to soul, truth has spoken, a flaming
Bush, a mystic token. Thus the Spirit, a glimpse of God, the
Grace of Psalms, a golden rod. And darkest night, the breech
Of hell, the demon’s plight, where angel’s fell. And heart to
Flare, my inmost love, awash in blood, to soar above. Hence
The vision, the tears of Christ, a story mourned, a mystic life.

But tints of pain—surround the faith, a hint of bane, a cultic
Face. My silken prayers—scrape the sun, a welkin flame, a
Risen Son. And Spirit dight, the veil of light, a rapture born,       
And burning bright. Thus the fountain, a flood of rain, the
Myth of Script, and cultured shame. And brilliant rays, infuse
The core, a trenchant maze, a cosmic door.