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For Jesus and the Love of Creation

He is close--
the wisp of a feather brushes past my ear.
He speaks to me in riddles.
I feel the movement of Earth events.

See the gathering of the birds of Heaven.
The King is close!
--not riding in on a warrior's horse--
He presents the reality of the Resurrection.

Is the stumble-bumble of a creature,
this humanness of flesh-desire,
--often blind to the Spirit World--
worthy?

Yet, Matthew's humble souls
have just begun the dance
that blends into the rhythm
of His Presence.
The Poor of heart keep Faith,
of Revelations Story.
Praying for Tomorrow.
We are 144,000 good angels strong!


Hinda-jonathan
August 14, 2020 / edited Sept. 16, 2020
G-d help us.