Sunday, May 22, 2011

May 22, 2011

The ancient world turned
The modern world scoffed

A few in between watched
For heaven ripping open.

The numbers added up
Jesus was coming down.

“We know not the hour,”
Said the preacher.

I said, “Amen.”

Then lit a candle
To guide the way.

Secretly I had hoped
I’d meet Jesus


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