Cathedrals of Bone
Hallowed Halls
I have heard a whisper of light, rising as an anthem upon the wings of dawn.
It is marvelous in my refracted sight, like dewdrops dripping nectar down on parched ground.
Meaning manifested whilst meditating on hushed, half-heard songs on memory’s frayed fissures.
Receptivity, the measure of distilled radiance, as we perceive, so shall we receive and reflect.
Sighing inwardly in awestruck observance of offered insight, contemplating the conditionality of communion.
Such is my place, held in hands divine, the Father’s favor following sorrows hollowing.
Shaped, shaved like ice by an artist with chiseled precision, sculpted into the cathedral of bone.
Overshadowed, without as within, sanctified by altar’s fire, coals to souls sealed and seared.
Inhabited by Holy Spirits’ breath, kindling flickering flame, the candle’s wick combusting in gloried glimmer.
Life to life, fire to fire, words spoken in loving refrain, souls gathered ‘round eternal tables singing hymns to the name.
Heaven’s lofty heights hold hallowed halls prepared for possession as a child’s inheritance.
Gifted permanence by creators’ breath, souls eternal in observance or obsolescence, in fullness or depravity.
Residence, radiant, refined, refracted, and brilliant emanations, the source magnified through a crystal lens.
Lives lived in Lamentations, awaiting transcendence and future glories, where form becomes function.
Patient in perseverance, enduring in duress, hopeful in tribulation, such is our spirits’ source and sanctification.
We wait in hope of the glory to be revealed in the face of Yeshua!
This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
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