CLEARING THE BROAD PLANE

Pushing brush to the bottom of the hill.

A miracle occurred. The light was out, sky clear, something suggesting a rapture.

In the tops of the trees I could see fluttering a strange opaque color. A tapestry of force, a beautiful flag waving.

It was the flag of RIGHTEOUSNESS.

The sound was a light whispering:

I WILL ARRIVE IN FIRE
AS A SWORD
ENDURE TO THE END
SHUT YOUR DOORS FOR A LITTLE WHILE
SEPARATE FROM THE WICKED

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