From Beneath Or Above

From beneath or above I saw the blind souls in there running. The light was without light, the air dark like a burnt loaf. I could see a scorched earth, seared by the hand of God. Then In a sudden led out by a single being, seven angels stepped into the mist. Scarcely had they rippled into existence they filled the whole of my eyes, empty till now. Faultless,radiant, they stepped like gods on a cloud-clean feet, their color was amber and honey, their bodies were golden, carved from the image of God, in their eyes sheer compassion showed itself-a prisoner inside them. In the silence at mid-point of new creation in pure light, the angels presence was compassion, love and caring. I saw and seeing I came back to life. their before me the green-blue earth, the sky's hot rim bright and sunny, the fire that lives in beautiful things.California blue