In the temple sanctuary of your heart
where your soul resides it is easy to know
Jesus asleep or awake for he is affable
familiar a brother a friend a confidant
and like God also there the once-upon-trinity
as we'd say in Chicago da BOMB! NO the now
quaternity for Mary's there too virgins ALL
awake in souls celebrations dancing bliss in
4/4 time
It's only a dream boys and girls right here in River City. But being an entertainer just like Him; I'm an equal opportunity host.
Bring up the chorus swelling in the background silence.
Stage lights from dim to high and see all of us those who adore you as you are.
We who you call saints or prophets of any and all names speaking many voices and languages one song a hymn of thanksgiving for you just as you are.
I remember barracks at night the voices of intimacy unknown of men speaking in their sleep a random word here then there mom, mother, grandmother a dad here then their names of women spoken of or about stated randomly across the sea of sleeping men brothers to one another a different type of lovers
Honey i'd do anything to make you laugh Twirl gently before your eyes This way and that Zooming to the rafters for a smile or smirk Instead she' watch dad & me becoming frantic over the volley of antics enacted Then at other times one word curses 'whorehouse' 'thief' and some special ones for the Undertaker who rifled Walter Irvin's private room in our home looking for money to pay for his funeral unwelcomed a pick pocket in disguise The word disremembered preceded hissing sibilant then the invisible strike him immobilized
Where's the Holy Spirit well you might ask For The Holy Spirit is all of it; the ground, air, sea, stars crown invisible everywhere the OM of god.
no fear don't shout just speak softy the wounds of your heart
we'll hear . . . you do know maidenheads grow back?
i'm no poet but it's all i got to see the glory you've got to see it yourself
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