Clings to Dust

Sweep away the sting of dust in my sight,

The colored illusions of glass stained by human hands,

Tainted and bent,

Only to refract shards into the depths of the soul.

Softly, I breathe in color.

Crimson and emerald bleed through window panes,

Overarching brilliance housing my soul for but a moment.

Ground breaking beneath the weight,

Radiance pressing in from all angles.

To wind its way through stones of old,

To silence my doubts,

Transparency shining heaven,

illuminating a thin veil.

Fullness,

Oh the purest of dreams,

The essence of glory eclipsing my soul.

Consuming my desires.

Beckoned to step into this whisper of the heart

buried in the caverns of my soul.

Blinded eyes drenched in glory,

Abandoned to transcendence,

Throwing the chains off of my heart,

Freedom anchors my soul.

Seized from the pull,

The touch of emptiness,

Roused from slumber,

I am pulled to stand in praise.

Drawn to the throne of perfection,

King of Kings, heart of my heart.

Scales peeled back,

Dust released,

Swept into the winds of illusion.

Visions radiate,

Emanating from the source,

An assurance of beyond.

A curtain is drawn as buildings crumble,

Burning truth unveiled,
Reality my soul knows all too well.