The Day of Rest

Bitter ramblings of a mind not at ease with itself

Skin crawls deep within its thoughts

Creating an illusion of what may be a soul

Echoing no resemblance of the silent spirit that dwells within

Veiling its true essence from the eye of the spiritually blind.

Such a muddy mirror is this physical vision

Betraying the ethereal realm that is the liquid backbone of reality-

The ever-pulsing dimension that few can feel and no one can comprehend.

Only angel feet may skim the surface of God's consciousness

Dancing upon the dreams that are used to destroy demons.

Holy complexity compels carbon to decay over time.

It is an infinite process in the eyes of man.

Sands of time shift suddenly in the starry skies of the Spirit's eyes.

Every grain reclaimed by the sea in a fraction of a decimal

On the timeline of the human mind,

Yet smoothly sail the events of the years as they are but pebbles in the oceans of eternity.

Their churning have little affect on Yahweh's by-naught-bound vessel.

They are but one of the frequencies of the intricately melodious cocaphony of God's voice.

His melody is played by the Universe itself-

The Universe an instrument barely noticeable

In the symphony that is the unrevealed reality.

Mankind is but a droplet of ink in a rest on the staph paper.

Reviews

[Celestine Astraea Fires..]

Absolutely beautiful! Powerful imagery and thought-provoking words.

I especially like the alliteration that you used. In these lines:

"Dancing upon the dreams that are used to destroy demons.
Holy complexity compels carbon to decay over time."

"Sands of time shift suddenly in the starry skies of the Spirit's eyes."

[Shapeshifter]

Ahhhh....I love the tiniest look into the spiritual realm where colossal wars are fought daily with the blood of angels splattered on our window panes contrasted by how small we are in the universe. You still give us hope in this too. This is powerful writing, not to be scanned over. Spine tingling love. B