Spiritual

beneath 
the soft embrace 
of orange quietude 
the silence, bellowed 
the songs of ages 
set adrift 
these burning visions 
as they withered, died 
among the shrubberies 
beyond 
the slow-swaying fields 
of golden grain 
dancing through the breeze 
that carried the gentle whispers 
of hope, gleaming 
and my soul, murmured 
beckoned me forth 
to the fertile wetness 
of mother earth 
and I grew , restless 
eager to shed these 
rusty shackles 
I felt heavens breath 
upon my brow 
as I came to Thee 
from a world , 
an unforgiving world 
and You held me close 
in such tender embrace 
as Your light, gently 
glide across my face 
and the playful winds 
grew mellow 
as I saw my earthly father 
wave in the distance 
with cherished memories 
trembling, flickering wildly 
as we said our last goodbyes 
with such glorious conviction 
and a smile 
escaped 
as I grew accustomed 
to the grace of God

Beneath the soft embrace