The Operative Sacred Language
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When God is speaking, it is like a stream
Of rubies, pearls and emeralds spreading wide
Beneath his crystal sea, its bed agleam
With spirit syllables and words which glide
Like angel manta rays that he ordains.
Their salty wings like ocean prophets send
Their flapping certainty to his domains
Between the coasts of galaxies that blend
Together crashingly in silence. In
The vacuum of spacelessness just stars
Can hear Jehovah’s rantings jostling sin
And love against each other, ripping scars.
The breathing even of his lungs is like
A diamond Holy Spirit’s scalpel spike.
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