Acts 1:14: these were all continuing with one accord in prayer and supplication, with women, and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with His brothers.
hurry honored All Souls' Day! Hollows-
Eve scurries away, like flurries of snow that spray into an assembling
paper crowd, presenting precious Jester now!
purple proper cane and crown, plunging down
upon the stage, sweet stench of French fries gliding through the mall,
seeping in the walls, wet trash and cigarette ash striding through the street
oh jumpy Jester! bouncing up and down, bleeding beat and secret sound, dance dazzling
the flock, erupting applause causes quakes all around
rain rushes to end the show, rightly so?
no? oh! Jester look and see! the lovely laughing Queen
is bursting through the blackened sky, throne blessing passersby
but sickness stains her eyes and binds her to the seat
gentle greetings graze my head, so grateful, now reminded
she's been dead for fifteen years, won't let her find the tears, but she does
because my borrowed soul is blowing through her hand, like
tendrils tearing tender sorrows so the psalm began
subconsciously, deep in concrete dreams, descending
down the holy hill, with work upon the hands
of man who plucks the Pecan tree, primordial it stands,
thus the throng shall sing a song for King of in-betweens
standing in their splendor, slowly joins the Jester, festers
in my mind, "Lord Above rebuke my pain! Must you take them all again?
Broken are my bonds beneath your chosen hour, labor
of your love, lost to all of time, leave me to your power."
Covenant remembered comes crashing through November, yes
yes the final guest! beloved baby doll, dozing soft in aching arms, swathing in sacrosanct charms, daughter
of forgotten kin, Kingdom's ember burns within, barely even born, mourning when
you're eight, youth succumbs to weight, grace is granted after all, window watching fall awhile, surrendered to her sacred smile
ice inching in my eyes, no surprise we have to go, put an end to pageantry, hold each other silently, though it pains we bow and rise for prayer of one accord:
"Thank you Lord you grant us Faith. Bathe us in your timeless Strength. Fill us with the final Fate. Rid our hearts of every Hate.
Those that Pass are not alone. In your Love we all find Home. We are tools for all your Goals. Pray for all our wretched Souls."
shimmer in the air, dispersed across the square, lights are dimming darker, just stay a little longer
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