YHWH

YHWH

I am the might before the sword

The tremors in the spear shaft

I craft my ways from blazes of firestorms

Absorb the failings of deadened ends

To render the floors I dance upon

I am the spaces between applause

The roars of hearts running through Heaven’s halls

I breathe the forms of light and silence

Stall the course of cosmic riots

I am the glory of the giants Manaslu / Sagarmatha

Watchmen of the Asian plains

They yield my name

Made famous through the cries

Of albatross flocks enflamed in Pacific fires

I am dressed in the spray of Nevada dunes

Clothed in the shadows of Sahara caves

I am the light of lunar flames fleshing the rains of Amazonia

I paint the trains of Antarctic quests

Release dominion to desert Panthera

I authorise the remains of Aztec and Inca

That bloom through the visions of mountain tribes

I ride the skylines breathe the signs

Ignite the paths of astronomy’s eyes

I am the unheard heard in the storms that burn on my words

I am the yearned for

I am the Word

I emerge deciduous from the wetlands of your cries

Rise through the moments you wake

I bring the dawns that shake the fevers from your remembrance

I am here

I am imminent

I am he who crosses the plains through which you strayed

Discover the parts extinction seared

I dust away the dried remains of tears

I drain the lakes of your regrets

I wet the wells

till the soil

Placate the toil

quell the rages

Sew the broken pages

With my belief in you

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