Circuits of the wind
The currents of torrential seas
The efficacious heat of the eternal flame
Burning yet not consuming
In calmness of thought I am aroused by the angelic muse
From my fount proceeds words; speaking of things not earthly bound
Beyond the deciphering minds of mortals
Words danced to in the realm of the heavens where the instruments are plucked by winds gushing through trees
Creating a chime that resonates only with the saints washed by a blood so rare yet so obtainable
The dance of the redeemed immortals
Those who hear the sounds of the goings upon the mulberry trees
Those who through revelation are built up as pillars in the Fathers house
Pillars not of carved bricks but of un-hewn stones; stones alive to the Fathers heart
Exerting dominion; unhindered by the earthly blight
On the pathways of light, therein they receive sight
Propelled by the wind, journeying within the complexities
The word remains a lamp for simplicities
Men, who delve within the depths to unravel their core,
Taking territories negating the path of an eternal bore
The blasting trumpets; the sound ever prompting
With hands on the plough, faces set as flint; to this fight there is no relenting
For those who truly see through the eyes of the vision
For within hidden from veiled eyes is encrypted the mission
Fully equipped with the technology of the ephod; we wrestle beasts
Upon horses we ride with unsheathed swords, never breaking ranks, unperturbed by earthly feasts
Unpredictable as the wind, we ride upon the four winds as we navigate the circuits of the wind
Subdue! Subdue! The reverberating sound; the enemy must become your footstool for you are my body and I the Head… (Selah)
