EXPLANATORY NOTE :A confirmed agnostic for 48 years about things spiritual - until my experience (expressed in the poem below)as a newly born again Christian early in 1987 when I saw the face of Jesus regularly in my mind's eye
Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,clear as day They oftimes happen this way This face of a man, Had become known to me I had begun to walk His way.
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