I stood on the tips of a silent cloud
The world spun beneath my feet
Dark fled the wisps of the morning sun
The cloud was a Coral Sheet
In great undulations the colors they turned
And struck me to floating away
With God In A River That Bears The Will
My lips struck with nothing to say
But there in the River The Word Reverbed
And I knew the Grace Of Its Sound
A Filling Vibration That Shook All Things
From Alpha's Omega Rebound
So there in my eyes was the answer to all
I set myself back on the Earth
To walk with the knowledge that God Simply Is
And witness of Second Birth
The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior
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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Saturday, March 21, 2015
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