Spiritual

Please do imagine a vacant quiet room with a body of silver-like water

And stepping inside of it there is a tranquility hanging in its embrace

It is there staring face to face with what is framed by the thickest gloom

It is in a comforting horror somewhere deep within its restless repentance

It is there to answer for the deeds of its stubborn and ignorant defiance

It is magnificent like a dawn in bloom when it taps itself upon the shoulder

For it to awaken for a life giving promise to be enjoyed the whole world over

Unlike when dusk falls to reveal the familiar old kinkle in its cold case

Like a painting done in its own image but with the color as it grows darker

The Calling Of The Unworthy