Pulse

Dear sir, dear madam,
Take your seat amongst the partakers:
Welcome to my heart.

It's been building and building;
And with every lofty cry of yours,
My heart feels even more.

Oh strife, oh contradiction,
Oh lives built on foundations 
Now needing questioned and made own.
Welcome, my friends,

Millions of miles away,
Your cries are heard.
I'll spin and pop, 
Glide over the music,
collapse to the floor.

You are heard.
Your heart is felt.
Oh intercession, so full and sweet.
Our cries are heard.
Our doubts are felt.

Guidance can be made
with each long, drawn reach
to grasp something true and substantial.
Welcome humility. 
Welcome expression.

It's all here - an overflowing offering
Laid on a fineshrine in hope. 

Welcome, my friends,
To art paving the way to truth.
Prophesying over bones losing marrow
to bring them back to life.
Proclamation made
From long, drawn out cries
Made in desperation.
Oh God, meet us.

Welcome to the heartbeat of humanity.