Sacred Words Of A Nomad Soul

  • Seraph’s Gentle call

    Hot Sunday Morning Lost souls in a church courtyard Seraphim beckons

    ✡David✡

  • Sacred Words

    Slicing away pieces of my Soul,  As I lie defeated by my thoughts,  Creatures veiled in a divine aura Raised their swords to the heavens.  Entombed in my own guilt and pain,  Deep under my own holy temple.  White light pulses down,  blinding me and an Omnipotent presence surrounds my form.  Rapturous,  I rise up…

    ✡David✡

  • Despair

    When prayers for deliverance fades away and there is no reprieve for sinners; When paradise is off limits to scarred hearts and tainted souls. When all music stops. On your way back, Remember me and weep. Child. 

    ✡David✡