The Preacha Man

Gruff and
raw
electricity
emanating
from
his
pores.

Sacred presence
revered
and
restored.

Eloquently
navigating
the rostrum
where the
consecrated
Word is at
home.

Humility
and
quiet confidence,
blended to perfection,
in an imperfect
form.

Solemn
jubilation
while
gliding
across the
Holy floor.

Boney flesh
strategically
pivoting
on multiple axis',
contacting
woven woolen
strands
keeping
bare
concrete
warm.

Lowered eyes,
respectively,
summoning
sacrosanct
inspiration
to go forth.

Grasping,
with desperation,
ultimate authority
that ancient scribes
compiled
and
conformed.

Peering through
printed characters
gestating
prophetic witness
surrendering
to
a
vocalized
form.

Enduring
unmedicated
labor pains
signaling a divine truth
ready to be born

Channeling
through
deliberate contractions,
stripping it from its
temporal residence,
the
pastoral
reflective
womb.

Delivered
and wrapped in
hallowed swaddling
bathed in
exhaustive
celebratory
joy.

Messianic expectation
brings forth
the convicting message
encouraging
acquiescence
to the
simple and
noble
Gospel
goal.



~ D²,9.05.14,12: 26 PM
Copyright D Squared Poetry,2014
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by Deborah Dalton

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