Fingers tingling, I perceive the cold air
Has accompanied me inside, a clingy child
Drawn to my warmth and fearing the darkness.
Be not afraid, for there is a Light
That spans each and every horizon;
Nothing can escape its embrace.
I may occasionally lose my place and direction,
But never my footing.
I stand on solid, ancient, Holy ground.
Bare feet cling to comfy dirt
Upon which hundreds have tread before,
And tiny pieces of mortal rock
Sprinkled by prisoners.
Lo and behold, my mind flew away
And settled itself in the lofty Heavens.
I glimpsed a stream of cartoon images
Meant to shield my eyes from True Glory.
Still I could see and sense throes of Angels.
I am flooded