A Glorious Freedom

[nibbed]

3rd Revision


After Ten Years of Tinnitus

Self-awareness,
and chains of paper
form relentless buzzing chimes;

Had an index
pressing a stemmed glass edge
climbed into my head?

Headphones, soothing notes,
gracious tones,

rest maestros.



False Guilt

Trials push open doors
to games of ghosts.

Death's trauma
brings chaos & confusion,

communications prove
dysfunction;

Humble surrender
finds little refuge

as enlightenment accords
separation:

You are a victim
of human flawlessness
that doesn't exist.

Refuge is lost behind
translucent veils,

persistent faulty pantomimes
fail death's scourge;

In shines the security
of God's fortress:

Only at the feet
of the Lord Jesus Christ

will loyalty's perfection
& cure's surety be found,

as He tears away any trace
of illegitimate shame,

assuring the wishes
of those in His presence
are His wishes, too.