Lay down your gloom and disbelief
Come boldly to the presence of 
the Menorah 

Undress your fears: 
Bathe this fragile soul 
in liquid flashes of 
Love essence 

Moisturise thy hearts in 
its tenderness and ambience

The essence of life is calling
your soul, To converge with 
grace and purity

O’ soul, leave this dance in the
 eternal theatre of uproar, and lift up 
thy eyes from within you, 

See the many faces of possibilities of 
menorah glory. 

Why, my Love. Why, my ransom. 

You feast yourself from the crumbs
 set on tables of the mundane

You drink from cups of illusions
 Your heart is empty. Your soul is weary. 
Your spirit is the wilderness of Cush, 
without dew. 

A banqueting table set in the 
studio of two; just you and I. 
Just you and I 

Come, O’soul lover, to my banqueting table
Come, O’soul lover, to my
banqueting table

Come, August child. My heart 
is yearning to dine with you; 
A table set for two; 
You and I 

O’ my love, soul hiding in 
the crevices of guilt,
Drowned in the high tides of
the imperfection ocean. 

At the shores of her 
imperfections and shame,
There stood the overcomer, 
Calling her to anchor her soul:

“Let me wash your face in my radiance, 
for My glory has arrived, my light has 
come;

Devouring the darkness.

Phaneroò | Make Manifest | 🔺

“For You cause my lamp to be lighted and to shine; the Lord my God illumines my darkness.”
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭18:28‬ ‭AMPC‬‬