The word

The Word

I asked God for a proceeding word for my life
A word so saturated in truth that I would almost drown in the magnitude of its meaning
A word so deep and profound that it would lift me to the peak of Mount Zion
There, I would drink so deep of this freedom flavored wine that glows white sublime
and sit on the High Hill of Holiness spiritually intoxiated
From this word I would sail on winds of the spirit and penetrate the walls of the natural and be lifted high high high
Above all that is temporary, all that is here, all that is now

I yearned for a life word that would redefine, change and erase all the death words
fired at me through ignorance and scorn
A word that would strip away the shame of which I was born

You see I know that in the beginning was the word and that word was with God
So I called to him to betow that word on me
I knew words of man, words that were cruel
But he knew me before the beginning
And his words are true

So I sit on Mount Zion at the foot of a rock
Listening as a poet weaves a cloth of truth with words that pulsate, live and breathe with every syllable that escapes his lips
And as I receive this word, my spirit dances in a rainbow coloured breeze that sings
And caresses my ears with the sound of wind chimes and I watch as this poem flies
on Angel wings through time
Finding a resting place in me
To birth
A change
A truth
A deree
A destiny
A Life