It starts as a glimmer, the faintest of sparks.
Breaking through clouds, rays hitting heart.
It stirs the emotion, yet handcuffed to mind.
Carries feeling to structure, a blueprint designed.
The outlet begins, the pen is picked up,
But a sacrifice required to pour this cup.
A fissure is made because the vessel is sealed.
A costly price paid for treasure to reveal.
Did it never occur why all poets are broken?
Do you never think about the topics spoken?
Everything is spiritual, about life and love.
Everything is a shadow, hand in the glove.
So when you read, “tread softly” for sure.
You’re walking on more than words that allure.
You bear witness to incarnation again.
Spirit becoming flesh, and seen by men.
COMING FORWARD 