John put his pens away and sighed. The desolate landscape faded to a heavenly staircase. He climbed, awestruck, with no words to describe the things he heard and saw. But the voice said, “Write,” and the scene was heaven’s temple.
The cleansing bowl held water like a crystal sea of glass. The seven-branched lamp by the altar flamed with God’s presence. The breastplate jewels of the priests were set on the throne, with a rainbow around. And four creatures of the earth rushed forwards to the beat of angels’ wings, while twelve-fold tribes and disciples sang sweet hymns in harmony.
© Sheila Deeth, April 2009
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Comments: 16
Blessings and best wishes - S.
What a beautiful drabble, Sheila!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
I hope you have a happy Spring!