Signs Appeared

On, The Morning Of Magicians...all, the sage, and honored elders of the world convened, raising up their hands to sky, and bowing...low, unto the east, and sun's rise. The great one, of almighty-ness, arose. His eye open...gazed, at these...his golden, molten pierce, of tenderness...upon them. 

They called his ancient name, in no tongue known. He answered them, in thunder...and in lightening. They fell upon their face, to the awesome, and the terrible grace...of Almighty's presence, among them. Earth shook herself...and groaned.

For these, accordingly, were given power...as might please himself, these watchers, to the needs of all beneath. They knew his name, his gentleness...his rage. A little bit, of he...creator, given them, and in those days, they respected...this thing. They knew, the world was formed of this...long long before...they ever were; long before them.

Then, as years went by, millennia...eon...men and creatures changed, forgotten he, who peered upon them. They no longer went to honor him, or bow before his grace. He slept. He slept, and did not wish to harm them. He slept and dreamed...disturbing dreams, of desecration, and...of death...of his creation.

Startled, he awakened. Signs appeared...in heaven, and upon the earth...consternation of men, as many asked...among the wise...'what has happened?' It is time to, once again...convene, to bow unto the east, to recognize...that, we have forgotten, and if it please, creator, please...forgive creation...with your kindly gaze.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

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