As we stood in the crowded pew,
I heard the good man speak,
He voiced of the believable unknown,
That the earth deem Nibiru's, displaying chaos,
And the universe stood observant, speechlessly stunned.
That which was foretold, no longer a dream,
A glimpse of the mystery, that high esteem.
That which we've imagined, than believed,
A Paradise promised,
Beyond what any of us ever dreamed,
Where it all ends.
When sleep shall consume us all not,
But we shall all be changed,
In a moment, in the twinkle of an eye,
At the last trump... the awakening sound
And the dead once again walked the ground.
To behold the King in all supreme.
As he comes to ferry his bride,
The faithful who abideth,
Soaring on wings, as the angels sings,
Now is the time to contemplate,
The halcyon of life, when the old becomes new,
Or the augury of death, where the ungodly perish twice,
The scene where it all ends.
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A refined poetic imagination, Prince T. C. G. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.