Respected for his inventions
Feared in response to his documents
Loved in response to a hatred of the world
Denied in response to a hatred of the world
Praised so the vocalist may trust in
something other than himself
Spited so the scribe can believe
nothing is stronger than he
Sought after for emotional stability
Blamed for the actions of the emotionally unstable
Tested by those too fearful to measure
themselves
Advocated by those looking to
rebrand themselves with someone else’s purity
Desired by all in the heart
yet admitted to by just a fraction
His hands stretch down through empty skies
Touching those who allow it
Caressing those who refuse
to be made fools of by feeling it
And as his fingertips tingle with
yearning for those who He created
He screams when we feel pain
He smiles when we feel pleasure
He feels love when we receive him
And we feel at home, when we allow
Him to receive us
I have felt his arms late at night
I have felt his breath in the morning
His presence can be felt amongst
the rumblings of man
It moves through like molecules on
a mission
Like energy thrashing the air
And as you stand in the valley
of the shadow of depth
You see nothing but evil
You feel nothing but reactions
But then as you turn away
from the analysis of the
maddened room
And stop battling the misprojected
frustrations of the men who expect
the world to be as pure as He who
created it
And mindlessly turn from their
screeching and your reactions
And just feel his breath
His presence
The lack of words are the
wisest ones you will ever hear
And the emotion that runs tandem,
is reason enough to love in return
