CHOSEN

Beyond the soul’s paralyzing haze
from the glare of ceremonial, traditional opiates
and the affectionate self-inflicting righteousness
that tingles the conscience
through licks
by deceiving, spiritually absent tongues,
a tabernacle of the chosen
forms an invisible empowering tent
of God’s most precious in-dwelling
baptism of assurance.
It brings the very gates of heaven
into one’s faith.
When we are quieted enough,
the Lord’s voice
speaks through a joy,
some inexplicable knowing
as our eternity
becomes a pulse of vision
more satisfying and rich
than any success.