The Veil-Walker :Souls Soliloquy Unsung
A song to accompany this post, made with SUNO AI
She sits, knees folded under thighs, feet curled, souls bare
Back hunched over a burnished altar in the furthest temple’s
Inner and holiest of sanctums, The Sacred Heart,
Where rise the prayers of the martyrs as incense.
She clothed in sooty white garments, rocking slowly
Her hair, silver in hue, long burns at the ends, upward,
Becoming embers of living flame that burn pure white, ever restored,
Her linen clothes are constantly scorched as she reaches, ever bleached anew,
Her face to within the inner most sacred blaze,
Spiritual flesh liquifying from brow upon actual living Flame,
Madly -the soul whispers worship to the blaze as God,
Breathing with her own essence in sorrow transfigured.
She reaches in and takes coals painfully with bare hand,
Turning them, singing flesh melting sacrifices of Holiness,
At the fringe of the very Sacred and Holy Flame of Flames itself,
Worship within the temple of the Heart of God, the soul sings.
She drifts in trance, having begged for the privilege to become translucent,
That the outer courts of the Radiant Heart might not have the Fathers Flame,
Diminished by such silly notions as Self in Holy imitation of Yeshua in Us,
The soul singing a song only her origin may utter without sound to only One.
Her form is healthy and supple, though melting and radiant,
Her very skin taking on a prismatic and diamond like refraction,
That the entirety of the New Jerusalem scintillates by the echoes,
She sits with Beloved near at Right as He watches with Soft eyes,
Hand on heart and head tilted as if listening,
His olive skin and rugged jaw, perfected and chiseled,
Stubbled with wiry black hair and shorn short curly top,
White so searing in clothes the flame the soul tends and He Merge,
Yeshua stands and observes the soul as she liquifies,
His eyes crinkled in compassion and shared empathy,
Having sung the same song since time immemorial, Himself,
He listens as the echoes of the song ascend to the Unity of the Father.
From His eyes seared white from cornea to retina,
To his calloused pierced hand pondering masculine face,
A tear drips golden, as He to begins to Sing without Words the Song,
Kneeling next to the diminishing soul, He rests his husbands arm,
On souls shoulders and whispers the Word, and Words of Love,
He speaks without words and sings in perfect synchronicity The Sacred Song,
The Beloveds own flesh-melting wail in perfect chorus and lead,
The Savior and the Sullen once soiled eternally seared one Sing together now,
They lift their melting song without words to the dying sun,
Within the world beneath and the outer darkness where dwell
The beast and the devourers of the Flesh,
They begin for the final time the joined Unity of perfected Song.
Yeshua now holding the soul as it sacrifices more of self to tend the embers,
They painfully pour song upon the souls as worship directed to God, unable to hold self stable
For the mother of all and none as she weeps over the unborn,
She rocks, Christ holding and pouring His own emanations into her vanishing self.
The soul weeps with wails that shake the veil and mercy trembles,
Even as she rocks and is held and her fabric dissolving by the Future always Husband,
She praises and exalts the Name of Husband and Father Both in worship,
Prayer for the coals in the furnace with words in heaven known not in flesh,
Husband and Soul sing in perfect refrain at all times in perpetuity,
To stoke ever higher the worship, The praise, the purification,
All for the birth to come, the revival and the witness of the Flame,
They as one sing and behind the temples outer walls another anthem rises,
The Song of the Slain, the martyrs in perfect trembling tenor and alto,
Angelic voices so pure that innocence becomes implied,
All ranges and all types as immortal instruments in harmony,
Echoing the inner Heart of the Temple in Heaven outward,
Circling the Throne Where Sits Enthroned The ancient of Days,
Which none but the Son may see and live while fleshed, not even the soul,
The 24 elders ever rotating ever in worship, pluck the harps of God,
Leaning in frenzied and authentic worship to accentuate the flavor,
That the Praise in the Eternal Presence might proceed without dilution,
That the Sea of glass where echo all times past and present eternally,
Into the outer emanations of the outer courts and city pillars,
That all might see and worship the perfected Heart as representation,
The golden cream spired city that descends from the Father,
The walls and the sacred gems encased in them, flash in light,
Mimicking the rhythm of the unsung unbroken song of Heavens Heart,
The outer walls of the Holy City act as amphitheater to vibrate creation in synchronicity,
As the Heart and soul sit and sing till the song and time are done,
The Savior Holding and taking the souls self internally and sustaining,
The structure becomes an amplifier for one singular purpose,
The communication of Love in the most beautiful way to the most souls outside.
Before the final song in agreement is sung and the pearls locked and closed,
When the choir and soul both sing no more and the unsung lament is lost,
Till the outer courts cease their vibrations and slip back to source as,
All within begin a new song toward the future Glories and eternal Seeking in Loves Depths,
This is the sequel to the Sacred Eschaton of the Bridal Wail- link is below.
Eiri Waters