Behold
Lips purse on soft breaths escape.
Visions granted beneath the gate.
Days of wonder built on desire.
Transfigurations consumed by fire.
Angel’s slender gossip from behind broken wings
Promises fulfilled on righteous rule of deaths negated sting.
Eyes to come see the Son, eyes to speak behold the truth.
Lips purse, angels sing, hearts surrender behold the King.
J. Allen Wilson © 2007
articulation, is superb. God Bless-- Art
Be safe,
Karen