In the Heavens
In the heavens,
Light pervades and intervenes.
Mystery is unmasked,
And the night trembles at the feet of the Divine.
Souls that ascend to the heavens
Stand in awe of their majesty and magnificence.
The arts and crafts are beyond human imagination;
The glow and glory surpass what the mind can comprehend.
In the heavens, an ear listens—
Our songs and heartfelt cries ascend.
We await a descent,
Optimistic that our ascent is a sweet sound.
In the silence of the soul, there is an outpouring from the heavens.
A river meanders through the mind,
Treasures, as the sages say, await us there,
For the river flows to reveal these hidden gems.
There is a gathering in the heavens,
And the princes of chaos are dislodged.
May 31, 2025.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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