Notes on Intercessory Acts
Whispers of breeze,
Screams of rushing currents,
Chattering of rain
Became subliminal codes
Revealed as silent epiphanies.
If the Divine was a flame ever-burning,
The Light was a lamp guiding you
Through the midnight of the soul.
In your self-secluded pleas,
heart tore at strands of faith;
mind became an unlatched anchor
Drifting you further away.
& while your beloved reposed
like an empty shell,
Their life-lines charted crooked
paths across sealed eyes.