From balconies, slipping heavenward.

Abe Lincoln took his long sleep, in a theatre he could ill afford. From a balcony he slipped out of the darkness, into a light, that was ten trillion candelabras strong. The Reverend Martin Luther King was shot down and flung, into his eternal rest, also on a balcony, in Tennessee, passing from the bright light of a sultry Memphis morn through death's darkness, and then instantly reborn into a light  that was most indescribably joy filled. ~ These two men awoke in the dreams that they both had shared, just over a mere century apart, discovering Paradise with its perfect union. Once there they found that all men truly are equal. made in the image of God. and  they were with great joy re-created. in a land without war, hunger, thirst, pain, slaves, or suffering. A mountain top of the highest order where lions lay with lambs and naps go undisturbed where only harmony flows uninterrupted between all souls. Here these two brave men walk with those who fought and died for what they both lived and died to see unfold. At heaven's gates the world they long had sought was laid before them, in an endless stretch of glory forevermore. ~ Hate on Earth if you must be led by total ignorance rant, and rave insanely against your fellowmen mock his skin, or her true worth in petty, grumbling rages but know that when you finally breathe your last you will not take hate with you. It remains for heaven's gates are tightly sealed to those who die so maladjusted, you will be turned to face the blackness that you for so long disdained. The color of God's skin is  m u l t i- you will fade beneath his wrath and be forever lost, under the dust and flames, of the fools who've gone before you! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ArtisWritten November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 02:38 AM PST    love