Poem -

Revelations: A Canvas within the mind

Revelations: A Canvas within the mind

The mountainous view
commands a presence
A Crimson Red Rose Blooms
The river of life flows
on the canvas 
within the mind

The Imagination
is the creator
yet not the inventor
as every particle
matter
and burst of energy
is controlled
by the
GREAT I AM

In HIS reality
Those of power
are weak
While the humble
holds the key
to Greatness

The deplorables
thirst
for  tweets
from 
the Golden Gaudy
throne of
A reality TV Star
While 
the snowflake
worships
the Apollyon's
prophetic verse
spoken
from  the Marxist Sleeper
who originally
 was an
unknown  juinor
senator from Illinois 

Let it be known
Neither hold
real power
Nor do their Parties
of Political thought
 It is 
 the Lamb
who
will 
bring
us all to
His Glory

For it is When
Christ returns
that the Blankets
of Vanity
will be removed
and Truth
will prevail
over 
all
Humanity
manifesting
our
existence 
into a
state
of infinite 
peace........................................................
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Happy Easter to you and your family...

Great to see you!

How's things at the office?

I'm feeling the needs of a Cat and I'm ready to pounce...

Beautiful write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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