Bodies Move

Bodies move to a voice
blaring over a loudspeaker commanding
like the voice of God.
The light of heaven
descending like a flash bulb
cast like lightning through a manmade fog

Bodies move, inebriated by a common
bond. A common
ailment. Like a common
cold.

Bodies move in a sactified
orgy of spirit. In a climactic explosion of
white light. Moaning voices cry out
for redemption.
For renewal.

For purpose.