Terry Presgrove (28 Sep 2006)
"Just Like Any Other Day"


Hi all!

It's been awhile since I shared, but I'm always lurking here.

I recently did some major revising and reposted this poem.

I hope you enjoy!

Maranatha

Terry

 


Just Like Any Other Day

Cruising along singing a praise song,

listening to Third Day on the radio.

Suddenly there is an ear piercing ringing,

the sky is splitting. Is that a horn I'm hearing?

Am I dreaming? Pinching hard, but there's no

screaming. WOW! I can fly? I can fly! I can fly!!

Myriads lifting with me, sweeter tunes have

never been exhumed, nor a melody serenaded.

 
 

Where did I get this robe that's shining white?

Life is magnified exponentially by His light;

the nearer His presence the brighter the rainbow,

the deeper the hue, the sweeter the sound,

the more alluring the aroma. His majestic beauty

abounds; osmotic assimilation, so the mind

becomes a sponge, drinking knowledge in gulps,

thinking faster than ever could be. Glory, glory to

the King, whom I can see. I can see! I can see!!
 

 

Heavenly notes prance in the air with dance,

Zillions of colors converge around the throng.

The sweet savor of bouquet's soaring romance,

Swims within the quantum senses enhanced;

speed of thought traversing, arriving before the

notion finishes nursing. In one nanosecond a

mortal lifetime of sharing, but even chocolate is

boorish. Indescribable deliciousness in the

former life, only now can be appreciated by the

glorified. Emotional tumultuousness is nonexistent.

Celestial communications exceed the old flesh

and blood capacity to interrelate.

Euphoric exhilaration transcends the sierra joy

of the earthly integration.
 

 

At the Master's feet nothing else matters,

joining with others whose pardon was received,

participating in the divine forever fellowship,

as the prophetic agape' oneness is achieved.

In unison on our knees, squeezing my set of the

Mansion keys and awed by the angelic breeze,

yet to still be me, an individual he died for,

is enough to keep yours truly busy for aeons to

come; just praising and soaking in his unbounding

expressions of divine love, receiving the never

ending comprehension of his essence.

The grandeur of all that is by His hand,

fades to insignificance beside Him.
 

 

What started just like any other day,

has turned into a wonderful new Way.

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