He sat on the mountain,
His feet in the valley,
His Light a heavenly beacon.
Little beings rushed from the air, the trees,
the ground and holes in the ground,
from the river onto the bank of the river,
following the course to Him.
They all waved!
He Loved the harmony.
It was the Light they hailed.

"I Love You", He said,
and Jewels from the Light they Loved
drifted down near His feet,
and all the beings who'd rushed
gathered splendid facets
of themselves and glowed!

"Come", He said.
I looked up.
We followed Him to the Light beyond the mountain.

Submitted by: Naimah on 01/31/2018

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