Poems ✍️

When the answers to the questions that have plagued-
are revealed, no longer paradox, strange or sphinx,
it be then I do foresee the movement of Steeds rising
from black holes once called space, now The Kingdom.

How I live to see the faces of the celebrated pagans,
the eyes of each and every Spirited Horse of Yeshua
turn hollow, stone white, like Modigliani's women;
such vision for this World to come, and last Forever.


FjR-MMXVI