Are we in the midst
Of a human understanding of ascension?
Within all these dark, earthly manifestations,
In the deaths of innocence dying,
That the invitation to procure His blessing
Is by our faithful and innocent rising to Him?
We are to be sure of this motivation,
In the din of the earth’s breathing,
In the life of goodness exchanged for,
Protection for our entrance into Heaven.
Is this spiritual idea
The other side of knowing why,
At this time in our evolution,
Hapless deaths are occurring?
Like the mist rising up from,
A spring of warm pond water,
Morphed into condensation
By the advance of cold air temperature,
Are not souls chosen by God
To be taken from incarnated adventure,
As life meets resurrection
By the Hands of our Savior?
Until such time when, the end, Ω,
Falls upon living matter,
They shall rise intermittently,
During Tribulation’s dark and adverse sequester.
In the mind’s eye,
I saw us, souls of people,
Rising up like balloons into,
The sky’s expanse of atmospheric layers,
One by one and in groups of some,
By God’s appointment,
It shall be done.
Those who ascend now,
Are a demonstration of Christ’s coming,
And the Lord’s Universal Reign
Over all of creation.
And so I petitioned the LORD, God in Heaven.
Any different than other times encumbered,
Blessed be the Glory of the LORD, in all of creation.
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