(x = space)

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Presuming Invitation

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Dear citizens of heaven,

I hope to meet you

One day

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I mean, I believe;

But like the Amish who

Respond I hope so when asked

About salvation,

I too am not taking anything

For granted

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But I do look forward

(if not too forwardly)

To understanding

Golden streets that are

Transparent

And how a person (Jesus)

Might be a building,

Too

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And if you don’t mind,

I’d to visit the renewed

Earth that revelation

Promises;

Maybe I could be assigned

There for a while

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And what about the rest

Of the cosmos?

How much fell,

And how much will be restored?

I hope there are tours

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I hope I might be allowed

To journey on my own

Or with a few companions,

Maybe newbies

Such as myself

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All this is presuming, I

Understand;

And maybe nothing’s like

The screen that I see

Through for now

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C L Couch

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