Take me again to where words are living things that zip and zap in emerald around a mighty throne and ring truer than human tongues;
to the gold cherubim whose song is multi-dimensional glory that strikes death and slays pain;
to the deep wide welcome of infinitely heroic arms purple-scarred with the courage that won our passage here; whose touch speaks a million words and brought a universe to life;
where everything is real and sound and love and power are the same and every syllable a drop of fire, a lightning-bolt of living love, a fountain, a cadence resounding, a celebration of life-within-life wheel-within-a-wheel Word-became-flesh reality that melts, molds, heals, and frees compelling me through eternity
