Poetry

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A PROSE AND AN ODE TO THAT DAY IN BLISSFUL PARADISE

The streets of gold
All eyes behold,

Walls of marble beautiful flowers climb
Flora and fauna adore hedges rich in greenery

The sidewalks on the streets are beyond description, finished to perfection to be treaded upon only by the chosen ones


Sweet melodious song from an unseen orchestra fills the atmosphere, millions of voices flow in sweet melodious unison, even the ear that hears reacts in tingling sensation at the awesome sound
Bells chime and jingle in tune,
Such blending of sounds and tunes, oh glory!

Perfume of various exotic-never-been-experienced-before- aroma wafts and permeates the air all around

Exotic spices permeate the already laden air, is it cooking?
One can not really tell but it is so strong, not overpowering but still there entirely to sensitize the nostrils and lure the senses to full alert

This is our dream; all those who are called by His name; The children of God and joint heirs with the Lord

Can we begin to imagine it?
We ask` how will it be´?
When the day arrives after the last clarion call and he who is left behind or found wanting shall miss eternity in such bliss rather gnashing of teeth and pain in sulfurous fire is the portion allotted to such

Can one risk it and find out when it’s too late that the choices made were all an illusion of lies
I picture in my mind’s eye what it would be like on heaven’s streets or in the New Jerusalem, my heart pulsates in anxious expectation and hope of the day

My prayer is that the elect shall not miss the opportunity to dine together with the bridegroom in one of the heavenly mansions at the beautifully adorned wedding banquet table,
Even the table is a wonder to behold
Shimmering in all its glory, polished mahogany and oak all rolled into one
This banquet is not for commoners and I do not mean as the world means

How awesome and glorious shall that day be?
I won’t miss it for the world
How about you?

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