The Kingdom Comes

The Kingdom Come

Is a Kingdom

Just a scarred and weary land

Battle won and people torn

Or is It

A grand estate

Bought for some princely sum

No! Neither! None!

The Kingdom is Our Community

As naturally

As from A Family

We are Born

Imagine... The Kingdom

Is as We Choose

Between this

A flotsam mess abused

Or just perhaps

The rooted Tree

Firm and Sturdy

In Our Faith and Community

Alike a small seed

Fitting perfectly

A Human Heart

Yet so so big

It Is everything and everyone

Ant unto Galaxy

Spirit Breathes as One

Neverending the Halls of Heaven

An infinite Mansion

Oh so many Rooms

Each Room... The Temple

Our living Home

A Ritual before The Throne

Here and There... Everywhere

Glowing, Aglow

But to describe as Colours be too trite

For the spectacle of The Day with Night

At The Font of all Light

Here burns Eternal

The Flame

Without form, Without name

Birthing starlight as glowing pearls

Which turns into girls

And little boys with curls

No need for gold and drapes and jewels

All gone ideals of massing coins

This, The Land of flowing milk and honey

Here abundance only ever gives

Always always without a price

Just miles and miles and miles

Oceans, crisp, Blue, clear

Green grasses, fresh air

Whistling winds gathering a breeze

Which is Our Creator's squeeze

A Touch, so faithful, so gentle

Gone these divisions

Causing this derision

Fantasy spread As Meaning

Nursing our infancy

No more Governments

Governing from crumbling Books of Rules

Just Freedom with Gratitude

Reigning in The Home of Sovereign

Here the Great Lion

Nestles the Fallen Lamb

Resting on The Crest

Hills of Grace

Tended by The Circle

Our Elders hemmed in white

The Word be Done

My People, The Kingdom Come

Brick by living Brick

We will Build It

The Kingdom Come

Thy Will be Done

Michael

08.07.26