The Glory Of It All
God’s creation is a work of art;
a painting that’s not yet dry;
a masterpiece; two worlds apart;
a planet; destined to die.
A creation formed out of Consciousness;
beauty born out of thought, alone;
predestined to become Righteousness;
from an invisible garden home.
From an energy comprised of Consciousness;
the kingdom of Thought was born;
brought about by the Master’s loneliness;
his love and fidelity, sworn.
The Master created a living hologram;
a multidimensional entity;
from the kingdom above; came the man;
cast to earth; a picture of divinity.
Evil had infested the heavenly creation;
during the darkness of night;
rebellion shook life’s very foundation;
seeking to depose the Light.
Perfection dwells in the Master’s hand;
man’s rejection caused him to cry;
evil can’t destroy the Son of Man;
for Love is too precious to die.
Death was the serpent’s weapon of choice;
the King couldn’t be allowed to live;
thunder accompanied the Master’s voice;
as He whispered: “Father forgive!”
Monty 5/16/23. # 1,580