ALL THESE MIRACLES
Once the sky opened up, I walked
right in - past the planets and stars,
those glimmering images of dreams
and assumptions. Like candle lights,
in a fiery furnace, some spots seemed
brighter than other s illumined from
within. I could speak nothing, for
language had left me blank. And
then all the ages of Mankind began
flowing by me - a stream, a literal
flow of everything that had ever
occurred. Two winged angels with
fine swords a'glow' took me and
lifted me more. We ended up at
some cottage of God, with two
chairs on a strange, little porch.
I had to sit down, to talk and to
listen both, at the very same time.
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