Witness

Taken by my dreams

Transported to the heavens

Like the Apostle

Filled with promises

Chaos, blowing in the wind

All my work, refuse

We can have justice

We are entitled to it

We are called to it

Make it if you can

In the shadow of heaven

Parched prayers, hanging limp

Visions of flowers

Sterile seeds falling. withered

Promises, broken

The divine embrace

Amid the ashes, thirsting

Immanuel comes