A shattered light seeps through the bathroom window
Burying the darkness deep below.
Awakened by a light within
Shining through the window of my soul
The winds are no longer damp and cold.
Is the mirror through which I see?
A reflection of what could be
Could there be some good left in me?
All one must do is believe.
The solitude of serenity speaks in silence
Without a single sentence.
If love is pillaged through a verbal vent
Redemption must be foraged in hope’s hint.
Instead of goodness being disguised as hell bent
We will watch as evil slips through the shattered light
Tainted with an exhausted blight.
There are words that cut through the darkness in my heart.
In their forsaken freedom we become aware of conscious art.
The subjective space between the objective depth of evil
Withers wicked in the light where ego is affixed as feeble.
A ship called Passion is pulling into port.
Abating the anchorage of a vindictive evil.
The captain of courage sits robed in chivalry
Anticipating the homecoming of his convinced Calvary.
He sits at sea with words disguised as a divine army
Shielded by the sanctity of a misplaced truth.
Swords of ink are being drawn
With the break of every dawn.
Love is the only weapon we need
To set the wicked free.
The time will come to sail to the sea of destiny
To fight for spiritual ascendency.
But first we must explore the Gulf of Goodness
Where a storm named Wicked looms threatening.
There is a purpose to the journey
Buried in the wilderness deep within me.
Poetic Presence v.8 / 8.2.17