Heaven’s Gate
In a flash I seemed to have received
A new sight for extra vision
I could now see things even a million miles away.
I saw what appeared to be gates of brass
With guards like giants standing in front of them
As we got closer, I could count about twelve gates
What I thought to be brass was not brass at all.
We forged ahead in the direction of the gates
All I could now see was one narrow gate
Adorned in pearls beyond description.
As we approached the entrance
The gate opened on its own volition
Something then happened to me
I fell flat on my face
The strength I had for the journey gave way
And all I now sensed was a wave of weakness
My vision was blurred and I could not speak.
I suddenly felt a hand lifting me up, and behold
New strength, new sight, and what a beautiful scene that met my gaze.
Copyright 2010 kingsley amoah
Inside Heaven
Behold, as I looked
I was in another world beyond the words of men
The splendour, the grandeur
The magnificence, the radiance
The glory, the beauty
Just too much for me to comprehend.
As I looked down
My feet were walking on extra premium gold
I had never seen anything like this before
Everywhere I walked was pure glittering gold.
Then I heard as it were
The voices of a great multitude
Sounding like the rushing sound of many waters
And there was mighty thundering, and these words I heard so clearly
‘All power, all glory, all honour
Belong to the Lord our God.’
All around me were glittering beams of pure light
As if from the radiance of a billion gems fused together
At this point, I had no spirit left in me any more.
copyright 2010 kingsley amoah
Mansions in Heaven
I gathered a little courage, holding my gaze as far as I could
The sight of edifices out of the ordinary met my gape
Then I thought for a second
The grandest of architects on miserable earth
Were light years away from heaven’s technology.
Each of these paradisiacal palaces
Were unique in their appearance
So that not one of them looked like the other
Yet I believe they numbered in their millions.
I fixed my curious eyes on one of them
This one looked like crystals of glass
Expertly manicured into a magnificent mansion.
I looked yet on another
Behold, it looked like precious stones of diamond
Were its foundations and walls.
Each of the mansions radiated a certain kind of glory
Each was different in brilliance and splendour
Then I thought, all the gold and skills of my little isle
Would not be enough to build one of these.
copyright 2010 kingsley amoah
Friday, June 18, 2010
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