Oh I wonder
what mysteries lie beneath my flesh.
I'm taught obsidian crystals fallen from sand
makes the man that I am.
Rare gems covered in blood
baptised for the Lord himself.
Planted with the intention
to comprehend the rift between God & man.
"They hated me as well,
Such will be yours my friend".

I belong to the soil
I belong to a starless night.
both contradictory in purpose,
both complimentary in will.
"Be still,
For nothing else represents you well,
don't fret,
you are the work of my hands"

For thy stitches are birthed from the waters
before ground could embrace feet.
Anointed with a fabric
awakened by deep revere
Such artistic discovery
from glorious musing.

Mere speculation..
or truth..
Oh I wonder..

© fruitfulodyssey