In My Sincerest, Deepest Thoughts of Jesus. capillary veins, connecting to the universe, of consciousness connecting to absence, burn away—like a bu


In My Sincerest, Deepest Thoughts of Jesus.

capillary veins, connecting
to the universe,
of consciousness connecting to absence,

burn away—like a bush in flames.
yet you
stare straight ahead, just lifting up your flex.

winging away immortally,
at peace with life.
not destroying healthy pulses of rebirth,
instead welcoming the faithful portals.

love
lulls vortexes to air, so intricate as a mind.
much older than my life in any reference…

this angelic thought, remembering
beauty,
in the atmosphere of lightning, aurora light.

clouds fade at sunset, reaching back
down,
look above this smoke enigma blown out.

forming new synapses, with
eternal atoms,
breaking off—clicking in metallic elements.

growing explodes our present
in strength.

unlearning toxicity, snapping off the dark;
maximizing your voice to see
these stars.

hold the gold of your imaginative energy,
as mature than the physical
in prayer.

a love you can’t stop scorching from fear…
returning to
God, in a blink,
just to believe
how we got to such a fleet of caring,
truly.

we know atlas was made
to carry earth,
so who made atlas so ethereally awake?

to dare carry our worth… as Jesus
pours
into our eyes, inhaling back that very light.


1 Comment

  1. Kay Polston

    Amen 🙏❤️

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