Mary, Go Tell My Children I Am Here

Ever trying to crawl aneath one's flesh ? Nothing better as doing, perhaps Arriving at this reason's door; bittersweet the wine while her heavens, they gaze Surreal she seems science fiction be it real, or imagined what is truth are You, a King ? Telepathic, physical phenomena: we have longed centuries now fulfilled afore your hearts Everlasting's love while his atheist celebrates another victory ? Clairvoyant civil liberties seperation's Picturesque piccadilly revelations such fascination closing, wisdom's windows ? Cherubs, kissing babies.... Resurrection's, His kingdom shall be an eternal kingdom the message, beyound all else this grave: God, Is Love.