One hundred cents'
To every dollar there are 'one hundred cents' in Britian its
The same..Yet the reckoning is in pence.' Meanwhile i
Pound..' On the gate of reason.' At least thats the name it bears.' Here in this ' land of fluid thinkers?' Till my knuckles
Bones show bare.' There is no sense!! In the current world; so unfair..
This is orchestrated chaos.' And i get plenty of words' also
Visions so i can't sleep well.' His voice says..You must reach
Them' no time for a spell.' Apart from satans that thought
I answer.' Is that wrong? Am I back answering? Oh God
The whole world seems wrong.' Its all a test? I get that
Part! outward vision.' Versus spiritual realitys.' Its a start.!!
Was that my thought?? Or Gods reply.?? Oh such a tough
Call.' I stand back a lot mentally.' At this gate to spy.' With
Its bold looking signs 'full of colour' and those scripts' words saying welcome.' And equality.' Here we value reason.' These cant be quips.' And i see photos of people.'
And many other things images.' And mottos enough to get
Hearts to skip.' And slowly as I batter and call untill i'm horse
I realise somethings missing! Where is the key? But of
Course!! Then i hear measured footsteps.' A figure draws
Near.!! Covered in a darkness or a cloak? Do I feel a fear??
To late!! Its right upon me a lamp essays forth and the
Radience owerwhelms.' Also appears now a dove' yes of course'
Its a test comes my answer.' And this door I well know.' Yet
Its one of 'many.' Of billions and to them i ever go.' What
Test does not test one.? I pose this to you.' I was tested as
No other.' And I walked on for you..And for any who'll hear
Me.? Thats the choice thats all part.' Its vision versus reason its the spirit soul and heart.' He lifted up the lantern
And we walked back closer to the door He illuminated darker etchings i had never seen before? and in the dust at
The bottom there lay drops of blood, as He knelt down i
Glimpsed His crown' His hand.. And He pointed His finger I
Felt pure Love.' And then He started writing in the blood
Upon the dirt.' I negated sin to call them in.' Stop complaining (there is no easy work!)
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2025
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