LET MY GOD ERUPT

From a past of struggling in half-light comes the new man. Shot through with the life of another world.

Ablaze with fire that burns but not consumes – an alien element that is our ancient heritage – and it’s very becoming.

Birthed in the spirit it spreads quickly throughout the being bringing as its content life and clarity. Its most difficult resistance comes at the head. Strongly tied with thick lies that won’t easily succumb. Their knots are broken one by one as the force of liberty becomes irresistible.
The past is a shadowy template that only vaguely resembles the glorious now.
Though consumed in illumination he still takes the form of human – an even greater threat to those around him than the totally foreign.

His career is stated:
to be light in the world, dispelling darkness by dint of his persistent claiming that the light is not of his own doing – but he is a vessel.
Even as the others reel, blinded by surprise they feel strangely drawn to this – the perfume of their primal estate.

And he leaps with arms outthrust shouting with rage at the wasted time; the bruises and scars. Attacking futility and vanity with healing balm as he reels in those who agree to be saved.

Copyright John Bell 2000 Please do not reproduce in any form without prior permission of the author.