Serated Cacophony of the Heart

I’m not gonna complain anymore

for the mouth is dry with my spit,

wasted series of diatribe and hate

a gall to the ears, a breach in the peace,

I shall now sit and gaze heavenward,

not at the higness of human reputation

but of the cross upon that hill

a grave to all curses nulified

a birth, a gateway even

to all  of heavens blessings

I shall believe and I will see,

through the fabric of earthly reality

this expendable of all paradigms

of a world not my own toil

Of paradise….

this good kingdom of Zion,

eternal place of His peace.