Image via WikipediaThat drops of atmosphere
Part a brilliant light spills
On the earth riding on
The flows of that light
Is an endless fleet of angels
They pass through curtains
One myriad at a time
Until they occupy every square
Inch of the sky
The angels bow their heads
And before you is a figure
Consuming that you know
Instantly you know
Nothing else matters
Forget stock market
And school reports,
Sales meeting and football games
Nothing is newsworthy all that mattered,
Matters no more for Christ has come…
As if the sky were a curtain
That drops of atmosphere
Part a brilliant light spills
On the earth riding on
The flows of that light
Is an endless fleet of angels
They pass through curtains
One myriad at a time
Until they occupy every square
Inch of the sky
The angels bow their heads
And before you is a figure
Consuming that you know
Instantly you know
Nothing else matters
Forget stock market
And school reports,
Sales meeting and football games
Nothing is newsworthy all that mattered,
Matters no more for Christ has come…
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