VISIONS
I saw visions
When I was prostrate on the ground
Asking the world why
Get up, came the murmur of the clouds
Sail on, came the whisper of the sea.
Blood dried from my wounds
Beneath the welcome sun
With the universe I was made one
I saw visions
God stretched out
On a beautiful chaise lounge in the sky
The saints all held martinis
With olives very dry
Fly by, came the murmur of the angels
Rise above, came the clamor of the wise
Tears dried from my flooded eyes
Wiped away by the welcome sun
With the universe I was made one
I saw visions, full of light, puffy as sky
When I was prostrate on the ground
Asking the world why
-Bruce Potts
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