Hear the story: child urned internal
Drawn by gates of words to their events Through sonnet series faces of a learner The writer is the reader who repents Starlight tracing roses over darkness She the mystic Mary, each of us To beauty more than science Spirit harkens God knows joy will teach the better trust Generations favor knightly commits Flying straight to crater Love’s embrace Virgins quiet climax channels children In breach of desert washes rivers race Here, Father God and Mother Church estates Stitching psyche faster than she breaks Magic metal in his corpus coursing An orchestrated volt from out his eyes Its phantom photons reach to Eden courting Lighting love through secret sacrifice His weakness though might ask for recognition And vanity become its own reward So slowly traveled truth to inner list’ner Through passion’s passage to his work and word Satan’s angels crowd around his choices Their curses hit to strip and crucify An agony of quartered sorcer voices Hell descent will well amend the lie He is a wizard casting on himself A spell that is his priesthood fully felt Emotion’s moat will logic float if spiritual And form the water lane to quiver named Doubt or faith will weigh as weight will pull Naked body bricks through persons paved The priest and not the mother sees the beast Who steals the child's face to wear as mask Blame the babe and miss the monster, she needs the priestly touch to map the task His subtle teaching smooths the leader’s hand To point or press or hold or hang his sons Lest idleness will otherwise unman And reason gnostic demons overrun The shaman son in arc his sacred shows A child sage will break the snake of old Envision we are castles, all of us Pray rocks to jewels in living as a treasure Our walls are made of love, just dust in light Sheiks of speech in lonely kingdoms cure Her heart was armed for flight so predisposed By palm-ed press from master architect She hovs above the principles she hosts No sooner counted gain, her whim resets Fragile as a glass of pastel sight Ungraspable but aching for his action Hold her and behold her truth polite Let passion’s accident mete reasons ration The mother is to lover foot to peak Drawing in by reverencing her reach More sensitive to manners than to core Her tongue prefers a hymn to lengthy letters True despite her moments’ dissent order Outward bending ego beats her betters Her length of leash draws every child’s smile She leads in leaving space for God to save Fiercely mending monster’s idle wild To etch herself the axis of his plane When flowers fade from view, her ill lust straights Protecting from the organ’s warring down Rejecting her the hero road he takes To turn her yearning into morning crown Queen, the eastern door that opens day God’s body only she may navigate Now, King is cloaked to win the servant girl But in disguise he also then forgets To temper his proposal to her vessel And faiths the grace of her to take the threat Her fright and cry subside with time the test While he adapts and lets her choices teach His hidden virtue’s vest her vision’s less Let next of first impressions bend the knee As derelict the king sits alien In temple under siege from doubts’ duress He sees the servant’s judgment’s salient Authentic love would open not compress Royal service by its merit wandered Left to spend what sin from nature laundered Demon’s terror, czar to the son Hooded never shading sunny daughter Up-reaching rung where Fatherhood begun To feed-n-leave in season as he sought her Aiming flames the abba’s breath is burning From furnaced lung to stoke the kindled flesh Showing what combusts is ghostly turning And leaving lost the manful beauty's dress This king is Christ on cross to world proclaimed A wound unbound but infinite to bleed Proof to bend and break the body’s bane For those too tall to see that God’s a seed Casting demons from the kingdom lands A fool must rule for Eden’s sin demands The watchmen looks away when she creates Her face mistaken for the sun’s embrace Like the Father in her naked grace A givenness her total body takes Unconscious current caught and carried through This creature of the future psychic scape In present danger sitting next to you Shaping natures into nation states This child am I and I do not deny My wickedness is twisted memory It wages war while wearing trauma’s eyes ‘till those I touch and love have buried me My people destine me, but only she Plays with faithful angels in the street Your beauty’s appetite my inner child Whose flash can color feathers by its will Ideas fly whose feet can breach the wild Detached from mass but facing lover still His majesty the leaps of children needs To write the game and not be played as pawn The temple joys are easy breaking reeds Its strikes those same on victims laid upon The child's heart’s galactic gravity A lure more sure than wildest courtly rose She’s found in chest of living Trinity Who streams into our mouths a honey flow Adults grow low as love in soul will mod Afired bed and bread to taste our God Nahash the spot on pure released into The flesh the clan or spirits, garden guest Chased from face to face till passing through From self alone to spheres of blending blessed Capture energy to conjure king The healing temple master as revealed In Cristos’ gaze the cosmic serpent bring To own your scroll of self and set the seal If not for Love the fight than night you wed And wife and child burn alive to bet Or say you love but mean you something dead And lose your rite to join the resurrect Cold the gold of walls used to protect Grasp the shadow, then you’ll genuflect
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