1) The Hand
Of all the beauty that I’ve ever seen,
It was a hand that was supreme;
Like holy due with lights from heaven
It filled the space within our presence;
And there I sat, in respectful fear,
And torched the hand that disappeared.
Notes: Written November, 1987 ((from visions, #87) (Ref: Isa. 49:15))
2) The Garden
In a garden I saw Him,
Elbows upon a rock—
Deep in thought;
His eyes firm,
looking towards heaven.
Like pillars of stone
A lake at rest.
Then I whispered, “Lord,
Is this really you?”
An undertone come back:
“Yes, it’s True.”
Notes: Written November, 1987 (from visions) #88
3) The Mist
He said ther’d be no tears in heaven
Where I shall be some day;
And I thought, when by the pearly gates:
“What of my friends in hell?”
Then within a mist of sacred dew
I became awe-stricken, paralyzed;
It permeated my pours (osmosis)
A new beginning, I cried!
I knew now, the divine wonder to be—
A touch of God’s joy, inside of me.
Notes: Written November, 1987 ((from visions, #89)(Ref: Rev. 21:4))
4) The Thorns
Within a crown of earthly thorns
In a misty fog one early morn—
Strenuously I looked straight ahead,
And saw the deity of Christ’s head;
Tears rolled down my ransomed face
Unto the earth that took His grace
And with a hiss and smile inside—
Silently I knew, He was Alive!
Notes: Written, April, 1988 (from Visions) #93
St. Paul, Minnesota