Seraphin

 

I’m painting the house gold finch

I’ll practice until I get it just right

To call on the winged flight

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the earth is full of His glory

She sailed the web and the flow getting into the know

A drop of water still clung on her brow 

A language of witches stung in the air

Gods Goodness had come

The left back hand begun.

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the earth is full of His glory

The tall man in the white coat pushing popping pills and intravenous Marcovian irreversible inhibitors to a complex non Marcovian system sat uncomfortably upon his four wheeled stool when Death appeared where they evaded the True space. 

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord all mighty the whole earth is full of His glory