Bill Grace


:) God in Texas


In Texas God once turned a street to gold
And as an after thought - stretched soft textured air across a continent -
So subtle was the miracle that no one noticed.

In this floating vision there is rumor of another world
Realm of singing angels and ancient spirits forever young and whole
And the portent of paved streets of gold - New Jerusalem -
Infinitely greater than an evening's optical illusion.

Submitted: Saturday, February 05, 2005
Edited: Thursday, August 30, 2012

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  • Will Barber (9/11/2007 3:04:00 AM)

    Texas - so far from God, so near to Mexico. Coronado sought as far as Kansas in search of the Seven Cities - where the yellow-brick-road was located, if one is to believe L. Frank Baum.

    Great poem, by the way. (Report) Reply

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