In Lieu of the Expressionist

Praise Be

I will watch for his coming like the evening sky,

Clouds rolling thunder across that magnificence

That I've come to know in the descent of the Sun,

Adorning myself with a Crown of Stars as they

Rain down from the Kingdom beyond this world.

Oh!--How I've been steadfast in my devotion,

Cradling the beauty of his tender glory in weary

And weathered palms befitting of his respite,

Singing hallelujah on the soft of his lips and

Caressing the peach of his face with mine likewise.

To walk with him is to know the soothing cool

Of the rain blessing parched earth, his love

Calling forth the deep thrumming of life that is

The reason why I breathe in the air on a quiet day.

Our voices will melt into our own choir and

Reach a throng that will echo from the ivory halls

Of Heaven to the deepest dwellings of the Earth,

Every grain of sand and drop of water and

Ray of sunshine and rush of wind and green,

Green towering tree and mewling of a lamb and

Flap of a bird's wings and swell of the azure ocean

At the unabashed whim of the celestial bodies and

Sweet laughter carried on the boughs of joy wrapped

In wholehearted carelessness and Satiety's comfort and

The utter weightlessness of those beloveds who life

One to their highest, inches away from touching the light

And this...this will be the evidence of my love.