Johnny Bruce GrinolsKetchikan, Alaska, USA |
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I am available for readings, if accommodations and reading fees accompany
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The International Hall of Fame, 1 Poetry Plaza, Owings Mills, MD 21117. |
HeA man stood before me, after I fell into a slumbered sleep,His garments and hair, were white as a sheep. As I looked around, to see what I could see; People before Him; Hundreds and thousands; On their knees. It was neither cold nor hot, in this unusual place; This man; He stood in the air; Is this, "His Grace?" I felt no fear, as if my soul were free, He is, who he is; But, He, is not me! As a man, I had not repented, nor prepared for this; Yet, there was sorrow and hurt, in my heart, Not bliss. If this were not a dream; Is there such a place, that exists? As a man who has sinned; What is the meaning of all this? Off to His right, appeared to be a throne and a brilliant glow; What is all of this radiance? I do not know! His right arm reached out, pointing face to face; Streaks of white lightening, from his finger-tips, would race. I was observing all things; Standing above, to His left; All of a sudden, something struck me, upon my heart and chest From where it came or what it was, I cannot say. I awoke! Was this a dream, I had this day? Who is He? Should I pray? His face! I shall remember, until my dying day. |
PeaceFrom my eyes I see a land of peace,For as far as my eyes can see! Should you look into my eyes, to see what I see; Then, you too, will see this land of peace, For as far as your eyes can see! And, when others wish to see such as you and me;
And from their eyes, our land of peace,
So, that someday, everyone will see our land of peace,
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