Ringing of Words (God)
They're written in silence
without ignorance
without arrogance
just the dance
being danced
without needing an advance
taking each circumstance
each sad prance
each happy glance
and building Them
into a forward dance
the Words continue
Their ring
through each sting
she...My† servant sings
the poet of things
lost in her fling
with what Heaven brings
it's just her dance
for a future's circumstance
taking the silent criticism
taking the family mocking
taking a lover's indelicacies
taking the lonely blasphemy
as she hears My† voice
in cadence
a rhyming reverence
for history's reference
it is I†
the singer of songs
the lover of Words
the musician of musicians
the creator of creation
the strong, mighty one
who loves and disciplines
who conquers and reshapes
who lives forever and ever
it is I†: Am†
the only living God†
who breathes
who sees
who knows all things
I† am
I† was
I† will always be
(March 18, 2021)―‘Ringing of Words’ came March 10th. Then I was tired and fought sleep for three days. God rhymed. Perfectly. Of course He would. And I’m the one to deal with how to present such holiness. Maybe one day people will understand and see that He is really speaking to me. Maybe.
He directed me to Psalms 50 and 73 afterwards. Both of them fitting for me since I’ve been thinking about a home lately. I was told to pack my apartment up. I have mostly. But I’m waiting. For what? I’m not sure yet. But I do know that this virus isn’t over. I don’t want to say that. I want it to be over. But I keep getting that it isn’t. I keep getting reminded of ‘The Adjunct’ and what came before that writing. The virus is the addition to what is coming. And what is coming? The visions.
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