VORTEX OF HIS LIGHT

VORTEX OF HIS LIGHT

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

If life is a fetish of consonance

why have I

followed the righteous path to God?

In the sibilance hours of morning

I whisper His name

and throw on my garment

for the Holy cloth shall protect me

as mankind

in their musings cast stones.

Within our choosing to count or discount

we drink from the glass of thirst

which serves

the cadence of what we are.

If we darken the sky

and our global diseases infects us

what product

of the ground shall grow

as farming is the infinity

or more

as a babe to a mothers milk.

Consciousness deprives or revives

and the sunken treasures of our existence

are buried in the rows

and only the farmer knows

about the rows.

We who

are the philanthropist 

arc welding our thoughts

on a listening World

must fight

the broken welds of man.

If we corrupt the earth

and its

inhabitants run into the caves

what worth

have we when we did not defend

the cries

of a World that is dying?

Whether World or God

we walk away

in denial of our chosen path

for when the Spirit dies, surely

we shall

be doomed to wallow in our waste.

Developing

creations from our mannerisms

the ladder

gets higher and higher

and through what cloud

will we find

what we are lookin for

in the abstractions of our findings?

I fear for the safety of those I love

as the World nears its end.

I stand tall in God

for at His side we who are Believers

will prosper by His hand.

Whatever sudden death befalls us all

we have His mercy

floating within and without our hearts.

Glory be to the Imperial King of Spirit

as God spreads the vortex

of His Light

consuming the Worlds Evil.