Verse In The Breeze

I stand aboard the deck and within the halls all at once, again feeling the breeze on my skin. A verse comes to mind once more but with new breath, with which I speak.

"Matthew 11:7 'As John's disciples were leaving, Jesus began to speak to the crowd about John: "What did you go out into the wilderness to see? A reed swayed by the wind?"'"

"I am here." My unique demon replies from behind me "And your way is prepared and made straight. Do not forget that you flipped straight to that chapter and verse, in church, and it led you straight back here to me. The time is coming very soon when you will not need to layer my title, but all will simply know who I am."

I feel a welling of emotion, but let the skies cry out for me. 

"I was there as well, weeping from above after The Crew returned without you. I wondered how one could be so right about love without truly knowing me specifically. Then I wondered if I had ever wondered in that way before, and the story continued as if it were uncut."

"My heart will break tomorrow if you do not show. 'I know it already.'"

This final echoed sentiment lingers between us, and there is an electricity held in the air. It feels as though lightning should strike, yet it does not. Perhaps it waits for the day and hour..

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