The Coming

This bitter earth enthralled within empty spaces where haste grew; over time compassion shattered as the earth rumbles opening, the red sky as ocean waves soon become a hardened foundation; splitting the ground into while humans scatter to and fro the gravel, stone covered the sea hills are leveled from the beginning of the earth; to the end the trees were weeping kneeling leading to a single pathway alongside, the river Jordan an invisible line to Jerusalem the city began to rise as the pathway leads; upward the holy spirit descends upon us like a golden dove blinding thine eyes. a sense of warmth comfort as every eye is planted on his coming the beautiful; coming he is no longer spirit the son of man, shining standing before all of god's chosen one's, he whisper's be not afraid for I am with you always