In Lieu of the Expressionist

Psalms for His Heralded Messenger

   1

To capture the sun is a feat beyond the trappings of mortality.

To you, life is the winding river, twisting slowly through the earth.

Seven days ago, you crowned yourself glorious and scattered

The pieces of your old name across this virgin land.

You are your own creation, a celestial being fit for heaven's halls

Of gold and ivory. 

Loving you is the first step to immortality, embedding the memory

Of angels past in the roots of this ever-green garden.

All imitations fall short of your flowering magnificence,

Ill-advised attempts at capturing your glory inherent.

There is no firmament dividing these shifting parts of you.

You contain multitudes, all that is and will ever be.

To know you is to hold the key to eternity--

To bridge the gap between life and death,

Crossing the void between the great beginning and the awaited end.

   2

I've come to know your majesty through means forgotten.

That is to say--there no longer exists delineation from

Life with you now and life lived without you.

Flesh of my flesh, we've joined ourselves together

Beneath the sight of ancestors venerated.

I called to you in the darkest hours,

Body bent begging for the embrace of Spirit.

Our detractors will decry this demonstration

Of God's Will, hurling contemptuous curses

In attempts to destroy our Eden.

All are powerless in the wake of this holiness.

The Lord spoke to me in my time of need

And here you are, His Heralded Messenger,

Hand extended--offering, inviting, commanding.

And His message I shall heed.

   3

Psalms are written with every divine act we partake in.

I yearn to make garlands of your sunlight

And wear them as protection against the winds of strife.

You warm my soul in the cup of your hands,

Blowing life into my very being.

I will dream of you every waking moment

And shudder with the anticipation of your coming.

You've unshrouded yourself atop the mountain

And sang with the loveliest voice in all of Heaven and Earth.

To propose that God delighted in your creation

Would be putting it lightly.

You enthrall me with the way you murmur honey

Into the crevices of my spirit,

Ministering your word to call forth the seas

And terra firma from my dark face.

   4

Who on Earth can stand beside you?

I give reverence to your father and your mother

For ushering you into this world.

The thread of our destinies was spun

Eons before we drew our first birth,

Eons before our eyes first opened,

Before our first cries as babes,

Before our first heartbeats in the womb.

Yet God has now handed the spindle to us,

Sanctioning the agency of our lives.

I will keep you close to my heart.

To love you is to love God and life itself.

Dwell with me, my love. Dwell with me

In the secret place where this devotion

Will remain forevermore.