The Mind Creative
In that single horrific moment,
I jumped up
and pried into my very own soul
and knew
to my horror
that He spoke the unwritten truth.
He clutched at my hand and
in desperation shrieked
“Oh! Tell me!
How long will I suffer
this solitude,
my friend?”
I shook uncontrollably.
“Years,
ages,
generations,
endless time,” I said,
“For surely no salvation
can my mortal eyes see
until,
to make space for you,
descends
the Hand Of The Cosmos
on Earth”.
And as I walked away,
I looked back, but once,
as He sat there, head bent down,
waiting for eternity,
waiting for that imaginative
God
and Goodness
to descend on Earth.
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