[Revelation 22:16, Mark 4:39]
Elder Poet, Nugator, in the Poetry
you signed, thus, you found in that signature,real identity.
Turned toward Christ, the bright and morning star,
my soul becomes delightedly efflourescent,
and I testify that I am, in His Light, Coerulescent.
And doubt's insidious perversity
shrinks from, and shrivels continuously
in, Christ's presence: He is always near, never far,
calming my inner storms that become quiescent.
Coerulescent