My Muse?
Come and See
My Muse is a Fire,
Ever burning,
Consuming,
Sanctified.
My Muse is Love,
Divine,
Unburdened by conditions,
Set apart as hatred’s foil.
My Muse is a Tempest,
Tumultuous,
Turbulent,
Transformations giving rise to testimony.
My Muse is The Father,
Embraced,
Arms wrapped round,
Tender mercy shown through Sacrifice.
My Muse is the Son,
Ever blazing,
Christs pillared rock,
Truth incarnate lain low only to rise!
My Muse is baked in, flesh infused, ever burning Holy Spirit’s Flame.
My Muse is Infinity garbed in wonder beyond and before Times reaching finger.
My Muse is seen only by the Unseen. Touched only by the Untouchable. Sensed only by sense’s lack.
Eiri Waters.
This piece is part of The Echo in the Silence, the companion to Eiri’s prophetic debut The Seven Thunders — now available on Kindle.
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