Renaissance

I hurry on
with insanely loud
drumbeats

chanting along
the beat of this
fist-like jewel.

Your face

drizzles like rain
with fire

waiting.

Waiting to be stirred up.

For the life of me,
I have never
oppressed this
kind of ocean before,
or even decided
to bind it with reason.

Finally.

Roaring, kind of
reaching the heavens as I
sing a new song
to my Only One.

Surely I will wait,
until love awakens
when it desires so.

Now the snare repeats
the same dance
of angels---
as I pray to be like
David
still I wait.

I lie in the warmth
of the Almighty's embrace.
Your voice resonates
in the Light He is.

Sing for Him,
while I intercede.

I wait.
I wait
for the outpouring.
For the final stomp
of the foot against
the bass.

Waiting can be so beautiful.
Waiting in His presence.



21 May 2011
Renaissance Convention Center