A GLIMPSE OF PARADISE
Fazed, cold and feeble as someone about to die...not feeling the lulling breeze,
I transcended in a soft sky of tranquility, where all you heard was calm and peace;
two golden angels with shining wings lifted me up with a swift, whooshing thrust
and brought me before the ivory throne of the glorious Christ and Holy Ghost.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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