I looked across the great chasm
And saw some things so strange.
He who sat upon a throne
And seraphims around encamped.
Angelic beings near sublime;
Creatures of the highest thought.
It's no wonder then that Isaiah bowed in shame,
When broke that vision from behind the veil.
I looked and saw the rainbow
Alight with seven brilliant colours.
It reminded me of Joseph's beautiful coat,
And the seven stars that St John saw.
Bodies terrestrial, creatures celestial.
Who can say, who can tell?
It's nothing else
But the Creator's handiwork.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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