Oh Celecity ~ I remember the days of ole,
The times we spent in each other’s minds,
A ghost in a haunting mystical silent sight,
A lantern fading in an ethereal night,
A dream of the Most Highest silver cloud,
Shaped and shaded for you and me….
Oh gifted one ~ holy handsome Man,
Bearded silver and azure over,
Thy naked brow ~ but only light,
I see – is the body a mystery
And God obvious?
Beware of the libel,
Unholy majick used,
in superficial forms,
Out to get You and me!
(hiding in a darkened shroud!)
Oh Celecity ~ The highest mountain,
The woven confusion from the deadliest evil,
could never climb the mount of Olympus,
nor stop us from our destiny ~
And time after time;
proof becomes a liability.
Obsidian minds play tricks,
Pompously predictable,
A sad useless story,
Useless creativity in spreading lies
Sucking every word out of me.….….
We art thou not and
And yet we are; idiosyncratic ~
They are ignominious,
Deserving of my outrage,
And surprises roar and roam the lions,
Leading to the holy door and doer.
And ‘y’ou – the unholy doer ~
Go home if you can’t join in concert,
If you find it so difficult to be "real"…..!!
Oh Celecity ~ The days of ole are,
Changed -----Adapted-----Ruthless;
are the changes ~ Strange moulding's?
Technology's pinnacle,
A zone of zombies emerging,
But I know ~
Our strength in God,
Will sustain us through,
the good and the bad and
The oppositional riegn of terror;
The spineless magets who,
think they can "think" in reason?
They will be outcast,
and never join us,
Oh dear Celestity ~
NEVER
will they enter the Kingdom......
Oh Celecity, the days are new,
And we will join and cast,
The sorrow and the hatred,
Peace will lead the way,
Jesus holds our hand,
For this journey,
Awakening back to God but
He knows,
Our faith.
We know,
Gods Truth,
And the sun rises………
Written and thought of by Janene Maree Richardson - 2 December 2021 - 2nd printing - NSPI
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