Parousia

Poetry

Photo by Luis Quintero: https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-crying-on-a-sermon-14664110/

Your deity is too much to behold,
Too much to envision or fathom.
Your spirit flows through every crevice,
Sealing gaps, binding wounds,
Gliding over me like sacred dunes.
Tunes, I hear so sweet,
From the embers of your spirit,
Each touch is tangible.
I’ve basked in it for too long.
It must be wrong
to feel these electric pulses and
in an instant,
I am lulled,
like a child to the sweetest lullaby.
My fears nulled.
Your peace settles…