Tuesday, September 13, 2022

Poetic interlude I didn't write it

 God and I in space alone And nobody else in view. "And where are the people, O Lord!" I said. "The earth below and the sky o'erhead And the dead whom once I knew?"

 "That was a dream," God smiled and said, "A dream that seemed to be true, There were no people, living or dead, There was no earth and no sky o'erhead There was only Myself-and you."

 "Why do I feel no fear," I asked,

"Meeting you here in this way, For I have sinned I know full well, And there is heaven and there is hell, And is this the judgment day?" 

 "Nay, those were dreams," the great God said, "Dreams that have ceased to be. There are no such things as fear or sin, There is no you-you have never beenThere is nothing at all  but Me.


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