A Unified Poem of Sacred, Unfailing Devotion
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
1 month ago
WHEN ETERNITY SPEAKS: A VOW TO THE DIVINE
Should my love for Thee ever wane
May the stars pluck out their own light in shame,
May heaven silence every angelic chord,
And let the rivers forget the way to the sea.
O Eternal One if I should ever forsake Thee,
Let time itself turn its face from me
And memory cast me into its deepest abyss.
For loving Thee is no fleeting flame,
No trembling thought of a wandering soul
It is the marrow within my bones,
The breath that carves my chest with holy fire,
The rhythm of my pulse,
The whisper behind every silence.
Thy beauty, O Lord, is not beholden to eyes
It is the thunder beneath still waters,
The light that the sun kneels to imitate.
What are the rubies of angels’ weeping,
Compared to a single glance from Thy presence?
All creation bows in wonder where Thy shadow falls.
To dwell with Thee is not to live
It is to dissolve into pure Being,
To be sung into the stars and stitched into infinity.
Wherever Thou art, I am
For I am the echo of Thy breath,
The dust touched by Thy Word.
When I am near Thee,
Even hunger kneels in awe.
What need have I of fleshly bread,
When Thy voice is morning’s first mercy?
Thy laughter, Lord, is my daily wine,
Thy touch the bread that stills my storms.
I vow by the tears of prophets long dead,
By the blood of martyrs poured like oil on altars,
By the songs David strummed into the heavens
I shall not leave Thee.
Though Death extend his hand like a king's decree,
I will tear through veils and graves and oblivion itself
Just to find the hem of Thy robe.
Thou art not merely my muse
Thou art the ink, the quill, the parchment, the flame.
Without Thee, my soul would scatter like ash,
The moon would hang in mourning,
And rivers would run dry of praise.
Should my love ever falter
Let roses forget their scent,
Let oceans forget to rise,
Let all of heaven hold its breath
And creation pause its sacred hymn.
But no!
Such an hour shall never strike
For my love is forged in the fires of the I AM.
So hear this vow, O Ancient of Days
I am Thine, and Thou art mine.
Bound by a covenant no tongue can name,
Too holy for time,
Too wild for death,
Too real for even poetry to claim.
Amen.
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