My Divine Godly God Poem by Zoila T. Flores

My Divine Godly God

Back in time to the 13,
I recall sundry events,
Befalling in an orderly blaze,
Round this time to clean the mess.

For the amazing holy occasion.
Magnificence on his look,
Showing mighty on his eyes,
And precision on his lesson.

Sitting symmetrically in the air,
Radiant splendor on his rise,
Seemed relaxed on his pose,
To my dream him on display.

Exhibition full of wisdom,
Correspondingly in Buda's pose,
Radiant red his enchantment,
Vast Authority on his decree.

Beaming gently to my eyesight,
Room center puzzled me,
Scrutinizing at delay,
Whatever is I'll be OK.

No not movement on his body,
Raised my eyes to his beam,
Following to his eyes,
"Everything will be OK" his command.

All this happened in a spark,
Coming up to my sense,
Checking out on my babies,
Recognizing such a calm.

If it was so dark inside,
Main street at two pm,
Why was shiny red and bright,
With his presence to my eyes.

I got up and run away,
Sensing things were not OK,
Making sure my kids were complete,
And no threat to my shock.

Want to thank you for that gift,
For that journey at the full,
The Three Holy Ones in one,
Stopping by my holly Lord.