Innerdialects

here, You speak me into existence. Out of non- existence, I arrive, in the shelter of your Eyes. Pieces of Your Peace, graphite & Grace. Ashes & Beauty, Death & Life. In the Shadow of the Secret Place, pages of my life, they fill,

with lines You write. And everything within, like it or not, from the very depths of my mediocrity, cries,

Holy Sweet Sacred Almighty God,