Canyon To Cross

Into His kingdom, into His Place, 

the glory of unfamiliar, 

my heart seeks with extreme passion.  

Somehow, someway, 

blocking out distractions 

that want only to scratch against 

this Face; 

but out comes an expression 

that is stirring to be alive, 

with all the curves and colors 

that open words to be worthy droplets, 

millions of word droplets 

create a Face I will never forget.   

For I look beyond any one thing 

to the great, unfamiliar great.  

Such that takes me to a lift 

as if looking over the canyon 

and to the other side 

where my feet insisted I travel.  

When in sight, 

it is just a step and nothing more, 

waiting for me.  

Now faces meet 

and the love is exchanged 

while strength is regained.  

A cheer is heard from afar, 

as if heaven wanted this union 

more than I.  

A different song begins to play 

and I find what was a destiny 

is only an open endless field.  

It’s as if dancing was the claps 

that kept beating 

while all seen and unseen 

kept my breath in timing.  

Breathing was given, 

but I could only know 

of its riches when arriving. 

An enemy starred 

but grew weary 

as the forming of face likeness 

was the results of this Place.  

Father likeness 

becomes this child’s features 

and the final chain dissolved.