In the beginning
there was no mirror,
walking with Love
this purpose was clearer
there was a true voice
the Word we did know,
but obsidian fruit
the Antagonist did sow
ripening,
a fruit you can pluck
you can
you can
a hissing freewill misleading the man
self in every direction
there I am, I am found!
hissing lies float around
you pluck your sweet fruit,
build your sleek walls,
of obsidian glass –
Love and it’s destined impasse
there is no freedom
in your prison of pride,
polished walls of obsidian
towering high
can you imagine,
what’s beyond your mirrors?
the vast open space
of nothing
yet there God nearer?
the depths of a heart,
that vast open space,
a pool of eternity
enter,
feel Trinity’s embrace
there is freedom in surrender
our pride – to a Presence,
unhindered
and what greater company
is the heart of Glory,
than this Antagonist
of our fallen story
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