Praise #47: The Great Event

The Great Event

coming, going


explodes in living hurrahs


A watchout sings in the distance

it knows the lay of the underbush

a voice carries into the harbor

knocking on the third door


O, the steeled glory of the Lord

rolls in, greater still; it deafens

it pulls us to spaghettification

it bounds us to the holiest of regions, spinning


A trench forms in the clay

dented from a breath of air

I watch and I pray for this place

moresoever dying in this mightyblessed day


O, come now,

Lord of Lords,

let us just dare

to insist upon it


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