Spiritual Encounter Poem by michael andrew
Spiritual Encounter
Behold before me stands the truth, my spirit awakens as my flesh hid.Suddenly my eyes are filled with the light of the holy one, like whited sepulchers in an open field anointed by heaven.The horizon became a river of gold, blue, green and red stained glass and the smell of cedar pews and incense inebriated my soul.Behold the holy spirit is upon me adorned with compassion.
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4/13/2024 11:52:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is not just a poem it is the truth.