Before My Soul

Before my soul the darkness stained its hue,

no day came to end the night,

trapped in chasm without reprieve

an empty shell of life,

smothered by sorrow’s suffocating shroud.

 

When the words dripped in tear soaked tones,

where I abandoned any prayer for hope

the sky within my bleak and barren blackness

was set ablaze by heaven’s torch of grace

as a flame of divine love brought its light.

 

Then its aura bursts the seams of my abyss’s canopy

to illumined the passage for escape

and then I came unto the arms of an angel

who brought a missing sunrise to my heart,

while her touch spread a wildfire through my life.

 

Now her face, the one sent by God,

is the sun that warms my thoughts at dawn

that shimmering spell from starry reveries,

which gives my eve the stunning artistry

from the exquisite visions painted on rapture’s canvas.

 

For a fire so burns an inferno inside of me,

how it ignites what was cold and lifeless,

still walking with those twitches of disbelief

over the miracle that I have known

in the arms of this one I so adore.

 

Each day is a celebration with firework embraces,

every hour past sunset is a visit to that sanctuary of oneness,

provided by the Lord’s everlasting mercy,

just savoring the salvation by sighs and spiritual psalms

while cherishing the golden glow of our entwined treasures.