The presence of the Lord

His musical whisper jolts my tiny universe,
Misery evaporates, promptly, into the cold air;
His amber light shimmers inside my lonely world,
My nights, bright like the morning sun.
My tears stream upon his heavenly lawn,
My stars gleam azure joy.
He anchors the wooden cross in my soul,
I am ever forgiven and loved.
My heart, a humming wren,
Flapping it' s wings freely and joyously;
His stream of crimson ruby,
Ever trickles within my arteries and veins;
Light like a feather, I sway in mid air.