Our Lord Jesus

Late evening already, As I can always hear in the darkness, The snares of the Beast, exacting its revenge. An ancient Nemesis closing in for the final Kill, Idiot, it says, Already, dead you are, And poorest of the poor, This is your future to live and die for! And drained out of any strength or hope, The mind succumbs to a deep sleep But the Dreamer dreams: A multitude of Worlds all around, Filling the field of my vision, As well as source of Majestic Light. This infinite number of Worlds, Await my presence to be experienced, Where is Reason? Where is no source of Indifference? Suddenly, the Golden Light gives birth to the Cross, And it gains motion to spin around Its center, Out of Its own accord As the Cross spins increasingly faster, The Realities all around drop into Its wake, No longer here or there, they vanish out of existence! Words out of my mouth make sounds: Blessed are you, our Lord God, I am falling into Salvation. Other possibilities died at the Cross, But standing and radiating the most beautiful Light, As a magnificent reminder of Eternity, It is the Cross of the Crucifixion. Take your cross and follow Me, He said