Worship

At the altar

I come to worship 

Right there at the footstool

My mortal mortar 

mirrors the footstep

Tongues of the clouds 

worship too

Dew of their praise 

sing

 “Alleluia”

Screams of divine allegiance

Commission the resurrection of the colour in me

Of all, I am to be among the labyrinth of lost time

Depths of my reincarnated self 

Chant me chimes to sing.

 

Fabrics of the plantain trees goosebumps 

dresses me up

Screams of white sapphire in my veins 

Chant 

“Litany of The Holy Trinity‘s deeds”

How is it that the day seeks these depths 

As heights call me 

And still 

I feel shallow with a yearning for vacuums Scream 

“plunge streams of satiation!”

Incandescent emptiness 

Employs the satin of a black rose 

The soil in its keeping 

stands no chance 

At the brim of the standards of virtues.

Vices yield to themselves set 

Skillfully injured to pain

Where 

Undoubted passion rains 

During the King’s reign.

Even kings on thrones must activate bars of their trust 

To thrust their seeds, seals, staffs, crowns, and words to serve

In the womb of faith 

Fearless adventures are set to sail 

To domains of spirits and souls.