Peering From Behind the Plume

Peering from Behind the Plume A verbal sketch by Martin Braun June 15, 2020 Peering from behind the plume witnessing my brethren lofting from ethereal vapors. Who shall share our divine song? Not I! Who shall sit on the right side, with you at my left? Not I! Look below, their gaze is transfixed on my wonderous down, and enchanted by my song. Holy, holy, holy I shall sing, not for God, but for vanity that harmony my voice doth bring. Laced with apples that you desire, I serenade the Gospel entwine with earthly eloquence, and lick your lobe evoking emotional undulations from head to toe. I seduce you in God's own house, not for His glory but my own, for it is my desire to sit up high, on the thrown. Let the world burn, what do I care. From the ashes, I will rise, from their dispair. And your lives, I will surely protect, who else will remain for my worship and pay their debt?