The Mountain

A young mountain grew taller and taller. The rocks grew stronger and stronger. The mountain took its shape, and started oozing with lava out the sides. One part of the rock split from the pressure, and the weakness of the stone. Another part of the rock split with a burst of flame and lava, and so another rock sculpture was being formed. The wind and rain beat against the rocks, and lightning struck from stormy clouds, and some rocks broke from the mountain. Some rocks refused to bend and be consumed, and they were covered over by the new waves of the same lava which formed the whole mountain. The shape of the mountain now was becoming a monstrous mass of various peaks and crags, but no single mountainous shape.

Then, all of a sudden, up the original central shaft, a burst of fire exploded from the top of the mountain. It spewed such a mighty and rapturous noise of New Earth, that the sidelong peaks crumbled and fell inwards toward the center, and the lava from the top filled in the crags and shapes with its blessing, until at last, it stood: a mountain reaching the heavens, filling the whole earth.

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The Mystery of Prophecy: The Eye of the Body

Let two eyes see
And let the body discern
Let the eye safe-guard his vision
Let the body accept him
Let God be seen

My eyes are weak
The left one is stronger
I see out only one eye at a time
My lenses protect them
I can see for two

The heart is one
The truth must be shared
The body must be able to see Him
To do the work of service
Representing God

With his music
Like tears, his eyes weep
In ecstasy and agony of seeing
He cleans out devil’s dust
So he can see

From his words
The body feels visions
They come to recognize His face
They know His character
They do His will.

More is seen
Than what is focused
The whole is known peripherally
The mind can’t grasp
All of sight.

So a prophet
Sees more than he knows
Telling what he has seen beyond.
Body, listen to his words
He sees Him.