I Shall Beseech What Must Behove Poem by Franc Rodriguez

I Shall Beseech What Must Behove



The glare of the morning sun thus shone,
upon the everlasting welkin of the brine.
And as the billows brush upon the shale,
the waves swayed such a gushing sound.
A strayed gannet can be seen from afar,
hovering above me amongst the shine.
It seeks to roost for the nonce so easily,
upon a bough within a sinuous mound.
Within the soothing firth I have left behind,
all the toilsome traces of my once wrath.
I have waded through these bustling waters,
with my sully feet and left my footprints.
And I would find myself all alone and anew,
treading within my seemingly endless path.
I can feel nearby the Lord’s light glimmer,
upon my eyes as it then afterwards glints.
I have found therefore my healing amidst,
the Wuthering Winds that blow on my blee.
And among this heavenly place I can hear,
the trumpets of heaven sound with might.
The horns of the cherubs blare so lissom,
as they chime musical notes of glee.
It is a wondrous sight of descent of halos,
shinning hitherto so bright and upright.
And I close my eyes and let them take me,
beyond the waters that lie before me.
Thereafter the horns blare upon the earth,
within the brine a lofty and mighty roar.
I shall beseech what must behove as my soul,
will roam upon the clouds that I can now see.
The billows swell upon the shoreline among,
the blustery winds of their wings as they soar.

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