Notes on Intercessory Acts

Faith, Poetry

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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