Call of Night Fire

Maybe a city
with foundations of sapphire
with walls of stones called precious
a beautiful place, Tirzah.
Lovelier still the desert place
where Eden takes hold.
All an image
and reality.
Positioned for a purpose
How they stay awake
Watching,
Eyes wide.

Watchmen do not keep silent.
the fight in the jaw
Just to speak a word
whether understood or not
Just to speak
the sun sets
no stopping
no blocking this flood
Desperate sounds escape the throat
Just in time for the moon to wane

Rest is not for me
for the people are bones
Living breath come down.
Shouldn’t I be tired?
of course not, silly lies fed through smiles.
I know You Abba
intimacy takes on new meaning
this is true rest.
In this world I would have a cell
for You I speak out loud
I speak Yaweh.
Words escape my chapped lips
winter makes them dry.
skeleton hands stretch to Him
life breath is coming down around all.

Rest is not for You either
Calling all the time,
cannot comprehend how much You hear
a word comes forth in the cries.
Establish… what a word for this culture.
something stirs inside called dangerous
Passion, the flame of Holy.
a desert is claimed
transformation of a grassy oval
a city becomes daylight in this shadowed world
righteousness has a place
a campus falls to its knees
this Ariel becomes the exalted
on the orb we walk and talk on
lifted hands point to You