Mysteries unspoken Now take form A symphony of Sanctifying sounds— Alarm, trust, faith
These whispers Wrestle with darkness Too great to name They tremble the earth, Move Him to compassion:
“Ready the horses. Sound the trumpets, Prepare for war.” With every breath, A shift in the cosmos.
Spirit of Fire, Bridle my tongue, Brand your words Upon my lips, Bring me back To Eden’s gate Upon your chariot—
Head and heart In line with Yours.