Horns of His Unicorns
Taken aback unto the Book of Mark chapter thirteen, this waning Summer's breezeful night...
It seems to have become a recurring scene for me ? Being led, to these same theme's verses
Albeit a bit more profound somewhat today; having my Spirit stirred earlier amid foreboding; perhaps
Eyes opened wide and most definitely in tune picking up vibes an omen; Jeremiah, His yoke be doom ?
Reading once more Heaven's Messiah; Son of the living and only true, "GOD." Two thousand
Years beyound these words prophetic a microscope so fitting as clear ? The times are ripe..
Her fig tree bends; love ? Somber this heart but yes mere man; vague inside, their smoke-filled glass.
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