Notes on Intercessory Acts

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.

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