A Little Slice of Heaven on Earth…
A Place…
Where, Washington’s flag no longer flies, only hangs down by the door waiting for the rains to subside. Passion Flowers adorn the way, over the ‘arch of wood that bears the message’, “Stones layed down and set in place with mortar, water and by a man’s hand.
Where, The River is rising, don’t you see? I stand in the river Chebar, waiting…
For the people to pass over…With the, 4 Trees…Filled with Bee’s…
Outside, one of the mansions, A Place …Prepared in advance …
Where, One tree overshadows, bursting with fruit touching the one that appears to be dead, the one propped up by strings and sticks…the one with the missing top, I just now cut off… it’s dead brown leaves not fit for anything, overfed by poison from a man’s hands and left barren and with no leaves for healing…
First Fruits in the garden of God, one smaller tree, of the same family...
First Fruits in the garden of God, one smaller tree, of the same family...
Now starting to Produce it’s fruit, it's buds mature ... coming soon, it's in full bloom. The buds are in the trees and on the limbs and the leaves are full and green, and
The Bee’s are not all dead…
They are in the garden of God…
Hidden, amongst the trees and the fruit, of the Branch…
Do you see… A Place, where Spirit Sings… 
Do you hear…
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