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
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