December 20, 2020

And I saw heaven opened.
And all the stars, each by name,
came rushing down and
swept the face of the earth.

And the moon kissed her face
and whispered of a coming grace –
a golden dawn of endless days
as a form from ground took shape
and breathed – now a living soul.

And away towards the East,
in a garden fit for planting,
there the Lord took and placed
this Man of Dust he had formed
and bid him “Plant here, and Abide.”

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