Infamous
already
auspicious
words breathed
she listens
woundedly
so pompous
she's missing
the message
'God is here'

I plead for her
to read the words
unable to ignore
her pride, too hurt

I dabble if she could be
an imbecile discreetly
because she's not listening,
unwilling to receive each
"syllable by syllable"
that builds up her messages
'God is here', in this instance.
If you will be gullible
you would be at the summit
of refining discernment
where truth is the pinnacle.

where if,
a book equals life,
pages would be time,
syllables would be emotions
that form the words that are people,
the rules remain punctuation
and the Truth will always be Love.

[Although, the message remains the same...]