Amongst a slow walk, on the leaf covered dirt path, with a cool ease, blowing breeze, in the midst of fall,
I was forced to slow my pace to a slow halt, When before me descended from the sky and stood fully erect in front of me,
Standing taller than any tree in the surrounding forrest,
There he was, An aura of the most pure and radiant white resonating light known to human eyes,
I felt my iris’ cringe from extreme strain for them to dilate past their ability, I was temporarily blinded, My senses went numb,

When they returned in a rush of lightning speed I was overtaken by the beauty and grace of the creature before me,
There Standing with Gold and Silver lined wings, larger than any man, sprawled out , one to each of his sides,
Covering these magnificent displays of flight, were golden pulsing runes, symbols of vast power and control, I dare not speak,
These Monsterous wings brushed once, sending myself to my back, flat out, the trees buckled under the emense power exherted, the leaves were a stir,

Covering this Creatures body were the most pure of cloth,I’d never be able to imagine,Glorious white robes, so amazing there was not room for flaw,
They flowed down the perfect body and expressed all the features to maximum display, These robes wore no stiching, and were a single peice of cloth,
Standing tall, with a sense of pride, that crushed any I had held, I felt small and weak, His face was shameless and without regret,
A face so clear and obvious it was impossible to not feel a sense of familiarity,

The Gold of his Hair, curling around his head and down upon broad shoulders, such broad shoulders,
With eyes the colour of the sea herself, Bold deep eyes, with the power to slam you to your knees with a single glimpse,
He did not blink, and Starred directly into mine, Almost burning the far reaches of my soul, Observing who I was ,
His facial expression never changed, It was stern and correct,

“Behold”, he said, with a voice so thunderous my ear drums ruptured at the very noise, But he needed not ears to be heard,
“I am the Son of God, The Angel of Mercy, and I have come to Claim your life, Behold, This is your final time on this releam”,
His words rattled off the inner works of my brain, and shook my eyes with tremendous power,
“Today you will recieve death and Live with The Almighty, Instead of living Tomorrow, with The Wrench , Corruption and pure Evil,
With no remorse The Serpent that would have disowned and broke your will, Completely destroying any sense of humanity, Is no longer a threat.”

I went to speak , But my voice would not buldge, I could not bring myself to enough courage and bravery to present my mortal voice to his everlasting ears,
He understood without words, And There before me his incredibly smooth and firm hands grasped me by the shoulders, He had no fingernails,
He looked up towards the Heavens and cried an unknown language so beautiful and peacful, He cried upon The Father and presented himself to his will,
At once the Angel took off with a speed and force so unbearable I thought Id have my shoulder blades and spine ripped out upon ascension,

We traveled for mere seconds, And arrived through lightyears of Infinite Space, traveling through Grey Matter, Dark Matter, And everything between,
My eyes bled tears, from what I had just witnessed and When I recongnized where I was , I was forced voluntarily to my knees,
I cried for mercy and forgiveness, And There before me Was God.
He opened his brillance and went to speak,

I’m awoken.



Winston Salem, United States

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The Story of the Ascension of Enoch in my eyes.

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