“Next Time”

A whisper on water;
A falling feather;
Silent snows drift.
Tranquility from Above.
Worlds clash, dimensions shift.
Unseen and unfelt,
By humanities blandness.
The garment is torn;
Bathed in Spirit  
The Father is Born.
Countless, a world unaware;
Awake, and yet dead.
Hearts luke-warm.
Deaf to His presence;
Unfamiliar with His form.
Judgments brought to light;
Forced to learn a lesson.
A message of wrath,
Wrapped within imperfection:
A final call to the Kingdom’s path.
Destined to be ignored;
Gods gift lost to the blind.
Eyes pierced by thorn.
Poetic in His creation:
To be accepted in every form.
For many,
Lost to His gift.
Their judgments are a leak
Polluting pure waters;
His Love they do not seek.
Instead coveting their love corrupted,
Consumed within the flesh.
The stain of sin absolved within Spirit.
Sacrificed the Blood of His Son in vain,
For His creation didn’t hear it.
As a thief He crept;
In silence He wept.
Rejected He left.
His Love for the World
In your Heart, it is kept.
Seek, and all shall find;
To know Him truly is the Gift.
Love unconditionally is the Key.
Before our time passes;
Only His Love shall set you free.