Winds That Speak With Angelic Voices

This is about man's rite of passage, in preparation for his next lifetime.

Lord, how the winds speak to me

with their angelic voices.

For to hear their cries is like a child teething.

the birds feed on the clouds for the spirits

who suckle crystal oceans embedded beneath

the Earth's crust.

Let me hollow out my bones so I may breathe.

Allow me to see your reflection within me, Almighty King.

For my soul must be cleansed with your truthful words

that fill the bellies of the hungry.

Let the ashes of the dead cleanse the bodies of the living,

so we may strive for purification within your congregated vessel.

Author's Note

What do you think of the prose?

Reviews

[C. Porter]

Loved this poem, great read. Thw flow is good, and i just enjoyed reading it. Full of meaning and emotion.
When i gto to the Author's Note though, I was a little confused. Its not really porse, as prose is writing you would say out loud, like a short story. I wouldn't say out loud
"For to hear their cries is like a child teething.
the birds feed on the clouds for the spirits
who suckle crystal oceans embedded beneath
the Earth's crust.
Let me hollow out my bones so I may breathe."
Its such a beautiful group of lines, but I definitely wouldn't call it prose.
Anyway, great write!!! Thanks for sharing and kudos.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Your words of faith are very beautiful and uplifting, a great piece to read on a Sunday morning.