Mystical Vision
It was a temple of some sort with lots of non Christian faces and symbols
There was an electric key board in the far left hand corner and a sacred
Envoy in white at the front of this monumental space.
Some lady robed in black came up to me and handed me
a red ribbon covered in scribbles peoples names
She told me it was the cross of Jesus and that I had to wear it
on my right shoulder. So I lay it there and then started to pray
I suddenly felt all the pain and merciful emotions Christ was feeling
at the loss of all his people ;
Preferentially loaded with sorrow, outnumbered by the mass,
I knew that I was in the right place so I stayed
until the end of the Sabbatical;
It was only when I woke up that I realized that all the names etched
on that silk red ribbon were names of people who had died.
Where did I spend the night, how did I get there, Christ was visiting where ?
it didn't matter, I just knew...
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