Oh, How He Renews!

The black plague came again last night.
I called out again,
For mercy and grace,
Forgiveness again.

The Spirit came just now.
He said, "Let's clean you up."
My skull split open wide.
Slowly it devides,
Revealing my brain.

Thick black ooze seeped in the cracks,
An angel comes to massage,
She touches my seductive mind and lets out a hellish screech.
Wrong procedure for an angel I guess.

Awe and guilt make me think,
Am I....
Do I....

The Spirit is there with me.
He reaches up and is passed living water.
In a jug made of glass the water is poured.

It burns my brain,
My brain is bleeding,
The blood clots,
My brain heals,
The waters prevail.

Those living waters push back the dark matter
Lodged deep within the recesses of my brain.
Black sludge runs off my skull canopy,
The vault closes up.

I'm dressed in white,
Skin tight white.
The jug of blood is poured out on me.
It moves over my whole body,
As if it were alive,
Crawling everywhere on my entire body.
A gold outline moves with it just on the edge of the blood-line.

Once covered and in need of protection,
A helmet is placed on my head.
"Don't you have one of your own?" He said.
I reach behind me and pull out the one from my vision.

"Nice design." Says the Spirit of YHWH.
"Thanks." Says I.
The cloak comes on,
Then the breastplate, belt, sandals, shield and sword.
All of my design.
Or maybe not,
Maybe that's how everyones armor looks.

I'm ready again.
Whole.
"Call your wife up here."
"Come up here soon."
She's there in an instant,
The process starts again.

When the vault opens up,
Smoke rises in the air.
Thick black smoke with dead autumn leaves.

The living water is poured,
The brain reacts and bleeds;
The suffering of Christ.
Nothing true is easy.

The waters are flushed and come out her eyes.
A large blue diamond shoots out to the ground.
"What is this for?"
"This is where she keeps us,
Inside the blue diamond is where her Trinity lies.
When she's ready she'll give it to Us,
Then We'll make it bigger and return it to her."

Skull canopy is closed.
The vault is sealed tight.
All is healed up and is ready for blood.
The jug of blood is passed and poured,
Moving quickly over her body sealing up all the doors.

After the blood comes the helmet to save - it's the same as mine.
Then the cloak to cover followed by more.
The armor seals together;
All seven pieces.
"Seven... a good number" He says.

Suddenly she is let go.
Falling from a plane I see her descent.
"When you touch her both of you will wake."
I fell and grabbed on at the last second.
"Will I ever see You again?" I ask.
"I'm sure of it."

Skydiving at mach three I see her falling like a rock.
I grab her and we wake up from bed.

Jezzadiah Giles
copyright winter 2011