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Across The Chasm

Updated on January 5, 2014


On a cold December evening
They hold their place in heaven
And it would seem the same
In Pittsburg or Toledo
But surely not in Seoul
My eyes move as my head quickly turns
About In all directions
My eyes leap
Across the chasm

Searching the quite depths
Through which they spring
These Celestial ornaments
Fashioned amidst the black holes
And the dust of infinite space
Fierce and beautiful like the jungle Lion
Only to be admired from afar
Waiting for them to proclaim
A new and perfect world

All around me
Amidst the hush of the winter evening
I still hear the movements of life


But across the chasm
They stand in a perfect order
Cavorting in a perfect silence
Between the day and the night
Waiting for the perfect word of God
To receive the perfect blessing
God's breath into motion
To begin the living hymn
A melody of light
Woven through the harmony of spheres
Voices not lifted up toward heaven
But slowly descended like autumn leaves
Across the chasm

Out of the eternal boundless element
The cadence quickens my pulse
With sympathetic vibrations
And so I am swept up in a tide of reverie


Knowing
That I hear what few mortals have heard


Knowing
Had I not gone hungry
Had I given in to slumber for five days


Angels would not be standing at the perimeter
Pointing and laughing at me now
As I would a monkey
Dancing to a music written in five four time
As I would the cockatiel
Who marvels at a reflection
And speaks to his likeness in a mirror

If I should take a sharp knife
Or the blade of a razor
And if I should severe the cord that has tethered me here
Many would say: "He was filled with a great sadness and despair"
But the ignorant cannot hear the laughter of angels
They cannot feel the heavenly cadence that quickens the pulse
The simple minded even less

Painting by Melinda Saminski_Original dimensions altered here to fit theme.
Painting by Melinda Saminski_Original dimensions altered here to fit theme. | Source

I have heard the beautiful music
Seemingly formless
But certainly unchained
And I have stumbled like a drunkard
Fell laughing to my knees
At the shoreline of perfection
While the feet of sandpipers
Crystalline and opaque
Adorn the cold wet sand with polyrhythmic variations

I long to stand among them
As they hold their place in heaven
Loathing the flesh that has bound me here
Cursing the eyes that would not have seen
The depth of Gods glory
Had I not gone hungry
Had I not kept them open for five long days

It is not the sadness
Or the despair
Or the lonliness
That has delivered me here
It is the melody
Woven through the harmony of spheres
The polyrhythmic beat of the sandpipers feet
Crystalline and opaque
I am hungry
God,I am awake
I grow tired of waiting
To stand among the black holes
And the dust of infinite space
Holding My Place In Heaven

The Illusion of a Soldiers Daughter: a novelette by Lynda Ferrer

A young girl’s father is drafted into the army. The absence of her father causes pain and suffering to her and her mother. Patricia, the young girl, who can’t face the reality of the situation, plans a ...
A young girl’s father is drafted into the army. The absence of her father causes pain and suffering to her and her mother. Patricia, the young girl, who can’t face the reality of the situation, plans a ... | Source

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      Author Ferrer 3 years ago

      Spiritual beautiful touching felt

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