Weigh

Come, weigh upon my soul
The meaning of the earth’s gentle grip
And lift me where its palm cannot reach
Permeate all I am
And mold the clay to perfection
Expose the extract before the fire
Such majesty knows no bounds to expound
Such majesty, compound, become my life
Such majesty, set fire upon this ground
The seas lift their voice and tremble
Prostrate and collapsed, they’ve fallen
At a voice bound in mangled flesh
Self-brought to its own majesty
Come, weigh upon my soul
The light cast by the Invisible
And lift me where it’s all I can see
Envelope all I am
Let my eyes burn and be turned to ash
Lest I scatter like dust in the wind
Let my hands grasp the sun within them
Lest I burn up and given to fire
Make my lips burn and fused with the coal
Set in them the creation of all
Cast me aside, as ash of the dead
Then speak to these bones, and give them breath