A Reckoning Of Illumination Poem, by Elizabeth Moroz, at My poetic side

”A Reckoning of Illumination”

Autumn winds fall delicately upon my weary soul

Light from a heavenly place surrounds my interpretation of the scripture

Elemental hues of grace cascade down from the enlightened sky

A mystical proposition of truth sets the somber filaments of inquisition ablaze

As the Herculean sun lays bereft in the unforgiving atmosphere of the eloquent horizon

There we walk with reverence of all knowledge and wisdom toward the inherent peace of the celebrating land

Ensconced within an intimate haze of glory and intrigue

The chorus of an angelic choir vibrates through clouds

Reflective insight about the complexities of the entirety of man

Resounds in all it’s simplistic convolution, governed by the infallible laws of the natural world

A prayer from an innocent heart rings out through the land

And I am bound by the integrity of this earth to continue to breathe

As the emblems and symbols of revolution evolve with the marking of a new dawn

Respite from the suffering of solitude descends upon the crescent moon

And brace ourselves for the beauty and bountiful exclamations of indisputable divine inspiration

As we lay there upon the ancient ground, listening to time itself combine with entropy

To create a never before seen moment of purity that transcends youth and hope and lies

So that we may return to our deliverance

Where the weary souls must rest and wait for the essence of existence to reveal itself

Through the intrinsic absence of thought pouring through the atmosphere of our minds

A Reckoning Of Illumination