Miracle Of Sudden Grace

Miracle Of Sudden Grace
© Surazeus
2022 02 02

Slouching by the window in the armchair 
to watch drops of rain sparkle on dark glass, 
he waits for miracle of sudden grace 
that never happens in the evening trance, 
yet floats through sudden-strange eternity 
at sensuous flapping of black raven wings. 

Bright eye of enchanting ecstasy glows 
open wide as nullity of the void 
that pulses deep in thudding drum of thought 
so long that he becomes expansive sight 
of boundless essence flowing from deep well 
through his bottomless heart to become why. 

Objective nothing of the valid gush, 
that spirals up as shiver in his spine, 
completes weird absence of value with pride 
through flawed deficiency he must accept 
beyond undoing of his conceptual soul 
at sharp reversal of flushed vacancy. 

Yet still he feels expanding flush of fear 
more bold than silent wings of eager flight 
when he falls backward from the swirling cloud 
substantial as wordless vibe he defines 
based on strict emptiness of power he wields 
while gazing at his face in rain-wet glass. 

Fervent devotion of the hostile flame 
explodes with soundless gleam in fractured glass 
when she drives their car into the driveway 
that strikes beams of headlights into his heart 
which interrupts fervor of vehemence 
concealed by sentiment of falling rain. 

The nameless face of every human soul 
ever confined by fear against their will 
glows before his eyes in dark window glass 
till he feels anguish of their suffering 
course through his body as electric blood 
since he never dances like the wild goat. 

So he sips coffee in the porcelain cup, 
acutely aware of the soft lamp glow 
that casts his shadow across the whole world 
while he studies paintings in the art book 
that depict the mother holding her child 
who becomes the tyrant wearing his crown. 

Standing up as his wife opens the door, 
he sighs that no miracle will occur, 
but when he turns to welcome her back home 
he remembers she died ten years ago, 
gassed to death in the concentration camp, 
so he smears blood on the dark window glass.