“He took me in spirit to a great, high mountain and showed me the holy city coming down out of heaven from God.” Revelations 21:10
At dusk – when light lowers over the City,
the City sparkles – pink, soft, shining.
From my own kitchen window I witness this one magnificent moment.
I call it the City of God.
That one moment the City sparkles, not grimy, gritty, full of grief,
but beautiful, always, always, always. Then, then –
I am in that mysterious place
between worlds,
where we live – and don’t live.
At once.
The sun drops into the vast Pacific,
lonely place;
the City of God
descends.
meb, 1/2015
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