Following this is a companion poem entitled "Rev Four, Foot To Floor".
Rev four, foot to floor
Rev four -
foot to floor
I feel the pull
of the open door.
foot to floor
Trump voice speaks
"Come up and soar"
right through the door
The pull, the yank
gripped through my tank.
foot to floor
A burning, churning
within my core.
A thundering rumbling
Symphony sounding
Now I'm crumbling.
break into sweat
All because
His Presence met.
light beyond burning
Holy One sparks up
my heart's yearning.
in saline puddle
The glory realm is
not so subtle.
back to my feet.
Grace to stand
and not retreat.
watch to see
Twenty four crowns
On elderly.
all bowed down
Arms extended
offering crown.
blazing creatures.
Eyes and wings
as primary features.
What are they
thinking?
Eyes on me
without a blinking.
in call and response
He fills all desires
and all wants.
Rev four
onto the next
to watch a lamb
crack open a text
I'm still alive.
- Tony Mujica ©2011
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