Thou Art the King of Glory

perceive me, under your naked breathe. I knew you before you opened your eyes.

Pervasively, you are given the loyalty of every moment of life : the gift of an eye that can love, a loyal friendship of ordinary wonder. the salvation of your existence lies on the doormat of your mind. light knows a kindred frequency, a goodness lies dormant in the walls of the world, walls of back bone and blue blood. hearts beat, complete the melody of moon light; hands retain the touch of sifting sand and ripple the wind with a wave.

there is a waking nature to each touch of the earth.

dawn leaks a forbidden fragrance, and there it stands : the Shadow, cast vacant upon the fruits of the earth; light betrays soil, diverted onto soul’s sorry parts. the earth gives way for the human partial, an inequitable pair, forever the dying mother of a rebellious race.

Grace, do not forsake us takers of breathe.

Perceive. the loyalty of morning. the celestial sacrificing of rest for the hope of waking. the light knows that which it gazes at. we see to know we are seen.

the grace of an eye is its gratitude.

– reflections from the Salmon River