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The Dark Apostle

Rising from the coals

And shadows of flames,

Dressed in deep void

With eyes like portals

To the dense bramble

Of your obscure lives,

I am your companion.

There is passion in your fear that

This blood fire is your last sunset.

You smolder in my breath, and

I thrive on your muffled screams.

I hold you down as you writhe in agony,

Locked under my gaze.

My breath is odious;

My face, repugnant.

My laughter, the cackling of fire.

You recoil, gasping for prayer,

But little do you know,

I am the answer you seek,

For so long you have hidden

Inside this clay façade.

Living for self in idle pleasure,

Slumbering like the dead in this carcass

With no clear path to truth

Beyond mindless habit and desire.

Open your eyes! Can you not see!

You rebuke this Demon, but

I am the Harbinger sent to alarm and awaken.

Look at the Foe who will crack open your heart!

If you don’t do it, I must smash the walls

Around your garden!

Had you known your truth is far scarier

Than this Behemoth,

You would have conquered your Shadow Foes,

Binding you to complacency.

Confess, I fascinate you, and

Your compulsions attract me.

I will hold you down

Until you scream for God’s mercy, yet

Little do you know, I am His Instigator,

Inciter of Truth.

I am the fire plundering your earth

To crack open your seed

To hasten your growth.

I am His Leviathan, and though

Cast to the raging depths,

I still rise as an angel.

Not all wings are lucent;

This dark cloak is well worn,

Tattered by lies, deceit, trespasses, addictions.

Though I am the underbelly of the snake,

Dark Light is still Divine.

I am an instrument of His Peace, and

For this you need me, the Dark Apostle,

To jolt you from trance

Into rebirth.

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©Barbara Harris Leonhard  @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: “The Devil’s in the Details”, original digital art, ©Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings@artisticflarings.blog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Angel in the Dark

The Angel in the Dark

If I were an angel in the dark,

I would appear in flames simply from

The radiance of my eyes.

I would fire up candles for prayers.

I would make twilight shimmer

Like a mirror of a still lake.

I would awaken you from

Slumber and despair.

I would cast out your pain with lightning and

Soothe your soul with myrrh and frankincense.

I would gather you up gently and

Swaddle you in my gossamer wings

At the time most needed.

I would bathe you in the Sea of Forgetting and

Deliver you to the Vista of Light

On a path of stars backlit by moonbeams

Splashed on the kind face of

Dark Mother, casting comets

As beacons of her grace.

I would gift you wings and

Teach you how to fly through

Clouds of many colors and

Swing on stars falling into the Sea of Lights.

I would take you to the Hall of Records to

Reveal all your truths and

The oracles of the end of days.

I would never leave you

In times of battle or new birth,

The time of the Death of Fear

As a blazing nova, creating a new sun.

This I would do for you, and

Who would know more of the World of Light

Than an angel in the dark?

 

Copyright© 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “An Angel in the Dark” (original art © by my sister Martha Harris.) See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

 

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