Treasure Island

Roxanne Dubarry

(October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

An Amber Z in the twilight's sky


Briefly an awesome cloudy Amber Z in the twilight's sky,
briefly captured my wandering eyes.
It was a heavenly sign given to me
by God on High.

Slowly my heavenly cloudy
vision disappeared from my
eyes with the darkening of
the early evening sky.

For a few brief moments in time,
my heart was filled with His
matchless love oh so divine.
God's Holy Spirit told me-
'mankind is rapidly running out of time! '
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
aka Roxy54/October Country
Revised: August 27,2013

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
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This cloudly vision occured the early evening hours of August 26,2013

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