The plagues went up and over me
oustide my inner still small foundation

They worked a far better weight
a glory
as Jesus partook of the Father's wrath and separation
when He died and became sin

Let's see what the storm brings
and rise up on eagle's wings
meeting with boldness
the tempestuous reality
that lines the imagination
that boundary over the spiritual and physical plane

Half angel
half human
resurrected
in some heavenly body

Absent from nowhere
present in all things