My God is YHWH | III

I've reached the peak
I'm at the cave
Why have I come?
What reason have you saved me?
What am I doing here in this pale frigid hole?
What is the become of my role?

They've turned their faces
and left a life to hide
I am dripping with zeal
and the world is dry

When I ran I ran
from the bodies of my friends and brothers
Not one is left besides me
Not one of the others they drained blindly

I was alone back then - I am without me

In the thick of an abandoned cavern drought
occupied already with iniquity and doubt
moving through the gloom - replacing the room
was a light that gently called me out

Out of the mouth of the cavity
I heard out of the mouth of the light
a word that spoke of a passerby
One so glorious and almost in sight

So I walked out upon the shelf
and stood static as all voice and gesture fell
And in the thick of utter still
the elements around me began to swell

A spinning fury of breath I breathe
came roaring around the mountain sweep
It choked the rock and crashed the stones
Threw walls of mount like breaking bones

But in the gust
that spun my eye
this chaos was not the passerby

Then from the sky came fleet torrent
As a sea were screaming the mountain bent
and rushed the air away the place
and washed away the mountains face

But in the flood
that drowned my eye
this chaos was not the passerby

The angry slope then held its floor
to stir the upland to its core
and split and crack and rise and shake
and rock the ground like giants quake

But in the fault
that cracked my eye
this chaos was not the passerby

In a final rage of declaring war
an explosion of irate lava poured
and ignited the skin of this weathered tower
and scorched the rock beneath flaming power

But in the blaze
that singed my eye
this chaos was not the passerby

I looked far into the mountains eyes
This was a rock I no longer recognized
The foot and path had been scared from empty wrath

My drumming chest took a deep breath
and still stood still in skipping death
For the soft moment that chaos slowed
a meekly passerby
gently spoke

"..."

I crowned myself in humble weave
The mouth in awe of Glory's eve
and known I never had been alone
My God is YHWH - my whisper King

He is - I Am - without me