I traveled to the Silent Land.
A land that can only be seen
When one is covered in:
A 6 feet deep hole of Sand.
My soul exists the sordit
Temptations of the flesh.
And enters the sweet, beautiful Land.
The Land of milk and honey.
I see the Man who resembles a Lamb.
Who died and rose like a Lion.
The Man who gaves His Life-Humbly.
In a silver platter.
Like a lamb about to be sheared.
I am in the Silent Land.
Escorted by the Man,
With petals of red roses at my feet.
Angels bowing on either sides of the deep.
I am the Silent Land...
©lubabalo
L