A visionary and prophetic poem I wrote some years ago.

The Truth like unto a mountain that cannot be moved, retained its purity throughout the ages as by time it was abused.

A Divine plan on an epic scale, one that was guaranted by God never to fail.

As certain now as when as one it shone as the source of sight, life the radiant result of the emitting of its light.

A boundlessness of blissful beams, at the end of each eternal dreams.

Portions of perfection each destined for divinity, fragments of forever flying forth into infinity.

In ecstasy and awe before the glories of the God upon whom i gaze, i vow never again in forgetfulness to turn from his face, forever in joy shall i shelter in his grace.

At one with his will to which i wholely submit, as my eternal love for him i commit, so that the sacrifice we can remit, and death and darkness then omit, from the wonders he makes of IT!

So beautiful the bounty of the benevolence of truth and the reality it reveals, and true so to of the wonders of the limitlessness of the love which it conceals.

Freeing forevers from the fetters of there follies and the bounds upon there beings, to take flight like like phoenixes from the flames fleeing, such the vastness of the vision we are seeing!

A truth known to all at the centre of the soul, from whence forth it came to take a stroll!

A truth towering triumphant over ime and taming its terrors, bringing them to the knowledge of there errors, and turning them towards better endeavours.

His glory gained by the pain profound and sacrificed in the suffering severe, making manifest the magnificence now near, the heaven that we hoped for thats already here!

Assured once in eternity by an angel of its eventual arrival, i now reside back then in its eternal revival.

One moment of miraculous magic in myriads of manifestations which warm with wonder the times in which it travelled, as the silver lining in the cloud of life it unravelled.

A thread of golden glory woven into the world, in moments of revelation and rapture unfurled. Free forever from the forgetfulness of the ‘fact’ that fulfills and distils the darkness into divinity!

Aghast at God in his grandeur i fall down in awe, revealed to me at last the cellestial significance of the visions i saw, while upon my perilous journey as the world on my back i bore, deep into the darkness beyond deaths door, where it all did not end as expected as there was so much more!

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