Who is that?
Twisted fingers, pointed, raised
She comes out of that barren place
Foul-mouthed, unscrupulous words
Drops of silence and everyone stares
Gaping-eyes feasting hungrily
they scramble into herds
whining in disarray
How did she get out?
Who is that? She cometh from that desert place
She is unscathed yet she bears the scars
The screamy howls of the past lurks behind
Bewildered by how this one got out
She ambulates the presence of someone near
She walks in a cloud-like pillar of smoke
Who is this that comes out of that wilderness place?
Pointy crooked noses sniffing the air
Like wild dogs whiffing the trail of her scent
Squirming, cringing in detest to her perfumed mystiques
frankincense, myrrh, and spikenard
She ambulates the presence of someone Great
Who is that with her?
She is not alone!
Flesh-pecked scars peek out from under her violet array
Sun-kissed skin glowing
The taste of grit, a gentle reminder of that dry place
Who is that with her?
She is not alone!
She ambulates the presence of someone Glorious
She walks in a cloud
Who is this that comes out of that wilderness place?
Wrangled sour-mouths screak in torment
It is He! The Great I am!
She is not alone!
His face like the sun, His feet liken unto brass
He walks yet He flows
He finds her in that barren place
Clawing, burnt-eyed, scattered like bats from His light
He walks yet He flows as His shadow scalds their darkness
He finds her in that desert place
Who is she?
She is His find
She is His keep
Wow….amazing
Wow….wow….wow…so deep
Thank you, my dearest…
Loved your writing and your art👏🏻👏🏻💖💖
Thank you Soni!