He is beyond the nature of human understanding, and wields with prowess the faculty of law
Within which our souls participate
In the mass, His gift, to be alive.
One\'s mind that deconstructs, eyes that though shift
In the times that we invent our happiness, or the makings of listlessness
Contains no coincidence that man dwell in the passion of woe
For this dimness in Spirit
Those gentle and quiet flames
Enabled a mercy to char the veil of essence low.
Beating the breast, clipped by a fist, at the kindness and lush
Of God\'s conduction of the matters of the heart; embraced by the chest
For He is neither the master of puppets, nor the magician
but the maestro of symphonies;
Including those that deafen our ears to the noise
Of aimless chatter.