Behold before me stands the truth, my spirit awakens as my flesh hid.Suddenly my eyes are filled with the light of the holy one, like whited sepulchers in an open field anointed by heaven.The horizon became a river of gold, blue, green and red stained glass and the smell of cedar pews and incense inebriated my soul.Behold the holy spirit is upon me adorned with compassion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This is not just a poem it is the truth.