Sucked into the stratosphere
In this preliminary push
Prepare my heart, Oh God
There are vandals at my door
Apparitions of malcontent
Subduing voices under whisper
Clamoring insidiously without fail
As long as I draw breath.

This is no burden that I carry
A gifted indulgence seen by few
Spilling out of every pore
Purposefully enamoring their eyes
Touching furthermost unreachable parts
Dangling them over presipice so high
Removing hearts from chests like an accomplished surgeon
And bringing us all within arms reach of God.