Pilgrim’s Cycle (Buster's Poem)

joy glimmers behind rested eyes,
the soul is flecked,
star-specked with glimmers of His presence,
drizzled with peace,
stuffed full of the Word of God
[dwelling richly]
animated by the fluid dynamics
of zoe in bios
of spirit in visceral
of Shekinah in clay
***
desperation gnaws at pale hours;
the cistern walls gleam wet
and sand sinks beneath weary feet.
thorn in side aches,
and the rooster’s cry still echoes.
hands bound before us,
the moonless night drives to wailing.
eleven brothers mock us,
and our weeping father is far away.
***
deliverance is a leak in the dam.
the coming footsteps which make desert sand shudder.
a burial cave quakes,
throwing captors to the dew-damp soil.
manacles clatter to many prison floors,
and light appears just beyond the guarded door.
the Word is uttered,
and raging lake storms die rattling deaths.
it is for freedom you have been set free.
***
draw back the curtains,
wash the hazy windows,
and search the eastern sky;
behold, a white horse,
whose Rider is called Faithful and True
who judges and make war in righteousness,
whose eyes are a flame of fire
and on whose head are many crowns.
The name written on Him is known by no one but Him.
He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called
the Word of God.

Meredith Allen