Author's Note: This poem was inspired by a topic in a class of mine as well as an article I read. For many of those who attend raves, it is seen as a kind of "spiritual healing." While I have never attended a rave myself, I found the topic to be interesting!
A sermon made for all to hear,
Congregation, all as one.
The senses drown within the din,
Mortal strife; unglued, undone.
The message sounds out bold and clear,
Composition, music notion.
Those youthful hearts resound within,
Inner prayers, set in motion.
The blinding lights that sear the soul,
Baptism felt, like fire of sun.
Their turning world is frozen still,
For all who live, life is done?
Escape the shell, the human mold,
Holy dream, a grand reunion.
Sins removed through God-like will,