The Vision.

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The Lord, the God of Israel says; Whenever there's a prophet among you, I appear to that prophet in a vision; and I speak to him in dreams. My poem.

Submitted: April 20, 2018

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Shall I declare myself a Prophet,

To fool the multitude?

Shall I catch them like fishes in a net?

Tell lies, and be rude.

 

No, I'll keep still,

I wont say, ''he sent me.''
I'll taste the earthly pill,

In this body, he lent me.

 

I can let you have a check,

And be left with your mouth open wide.

Like a lonely sailor on deck,

Cast on the off-side.

 

He did not command me to speak,

He only touched my ear.

My body was too weak,

His fiery eyes I couldn't bear.

 

His bronze lower body, polished sheen,

An awful scream came from me.

Something like that I'd never seen,

Up to this day, it's still a mystery.


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