Eyes cannot comprehend
The brilliance of that Bush
Imbued with the Holy Spirit
It must have shone mightily, but hushed.
Not a bolt of lightning
Nor a solar flare,
Or natural gas ignited -
Nothing earthly can compare.
Indeed such energy
Would light even a Black Hole.
This little piece of heaven
Inhabits your very soul.
Just know this Holy Spirit
Who fills you night and day
Will be with you forever
In Heaven, bound to you, in your DNA.
Your heart will no longer beat
But flesh and bone will prevail
Energized by the Holy Spirit
Recognizable, now in a Shekhina shell.
Indeed it will be as witnessed
During the confab on Mount Horab
The power shining outward,
The Holy Presence, leaning in.
So when those pieces of Heaven
Fulfill God's earthly plans
His Son will get the order
To trumpet them home, to meet His fans.
And those black holes may see their purpose
As God carries through
His plans over the eons,
Building a home for me and you.
(Exodus Chapter 3 - Moses & the Burning Bush))
(Mark 9:2-9 The Transfiguration - "confab")
(1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 - Jesus' return)
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