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When Planets Call Me Homeward

Integrating prophesies,
Within my star struck mind—
Beyond the moon,
The planets swoon,
Their silent tune,
A lonely croon,
With witchcraft intertwined.

The chasms of the aeons,
Speaking portent of the end,
The words resound,
In hallowed ground,
The thoughts astound,
And God is found—
A portal to ascend.

The souls of Bible stories,
Like Cornelius or Job,
Their wisdom flows,
In starry shows,
As Rigel glows,
In blinding pose,
Translucent in love’s robe.

The multitude of spirits,
Soaring in the welkin dome,
The wide abyss,
In boundless bliss,
In midnight’s kiss,
I reminisce,
And praise the pregnant gloam.

The memories of oneness,
And the green Edenic vale,
The holy light,
A vivid sight,
Angelic might,
In vast delight,
And blessings on my trail.

When planets call me homeward,
I’ll rise up as though a flame,
The saints above,
Alive in love,
A holy dove,
In grace whereof,
I’ll herald Jesus’ name.