It all shakes.
It’s all unsure.
It always has been.
It always will be.
Yet, once more shaken.
The heavens and the earth,
the sea and the dry land.
My hand trembles
and speaks forth
a day
to come.
A prophetic sign, maybe.
A vision in my bones.
A telling forth
in my body.
Remarkable
that this
temple
of the Holy Spirit
would flutter
as it does.
I bob and weave,
groan and sway
even now
towards that day.
Once more shaken.
To tremor
as a vocation.
A foretaste
of things to come.
A witness.
Prepare ye
the way
of the Lord.