One like unto the similitude of men
Touched His anointed
About the time of the evening oblation
And lifted him up into that supernatural realm.....
That realm sublime
Where mortal man meets Deity
And becomes His Oracle.
This only happens but now and then
And only to a select few
The pages of history are forever graced
With some who have experienced this Glory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem