October 31st, 2520 C.E.
“Honey, I hate to say ‘so long’ to this bounteous vibrant land
once so saturated with liquid red flowing as waterfalls
from wounds of hatred to ‘brother’ man
demonstrated by wars
you’ll never know…
A ‘lack of love’ caused by variant skins seen.
As if minds and hearts were not same between.
And only tints of lighter sheens that did not glisten
were heard;
their words from mouths to wide open ears
listen.
Though, fought many for ‘rights’ and ‘justice’
as from hundreds of years past I collected
through journaling, videos, and audios
to gradually on you, wisdom bestow
so that a loving being you’ll come to be
patient and kind as many now are,
you just wait and see!
Yet after this millennium,
I want you to have already recognized
that free-will can still be abused
and the ‘whys’ as to not drift from a benevolent ‘Creator’
who does refuse to allow an ‘old system’
to become renewed…
I don’t want you to think
that ‘total freedom’ is ‘true liberty’
for that was the mistaken reason,
as already previously mentioned,
for your fore-parents ‘Adam’ and ‘Eve’s’
sin passed onto
imperfect progeny
taken hostage,
us, sadly to the brink of extinction.
But, our appointed King Christ
and his 144, 000 co-rulers
along with many earthly ‘princes’
have brought us to this utmost
peace and harmony.
To all mankind
without anymore racial, social, economic
radical, divisive
distinctions.
I’ll show you how our globe breathed freely
after removal of unwanted debris
allowing nature and animals to expand
joyously and generously.
And you’ll come to understand
the wickedness of ‘greed’.
Your father, I, and others will help you to agree
that hoarding makes you a selfish ‘slave’.
Granting no ‘freedom’ if not hospitable
and neighborly
to in happiness proceed.
But, I digress to a time period
dark in history.
Today, October 31st, 2520,
is a fabulous day for me!
Your father and I have grown so fond of the Walia ibex, mountain gelada, vervet monkey, yellow-fronted parrot,… I could go on…
But, I’ve documented this fantastic journey to future you show. Along with many other journeys of lush valleys, snow-peaked mountains, flowered plains, endless, deserts now succulent and lust wine valleys where busting berries deliciously grow.
We are prepared to return
in a few hundred years.
For a slow flow in return back overseas
we want to simply go
with a lovely package precious to others,
beside ourselves,
to in gratitude
bestow for friendships, renewals
of relationships from resurrected ones
developed through ‘happy’ sharing and telling
tears.
This they await
eager to receive
‘you’
My Dear.”
***
A recorder is relieved
from her slender fingers.
As now this dark complexioned mother is encouraged to give a final “push” under the guidance of a present excited husband,
a confident mom, now amazingly a mid-wife of sorts,
a competent grandmother,
loving brothers and sisters,
in-laws and intimate friends,
all sitting outdoors under individual vine and fig trees,
swinging on hammocks, or pacing their patios
though all tied-in,
hooked up to on look,
along with hundreds
to maybe thousands of personal screens
of smiling viral faces of friends
and family around a thriving glorious globe
waving and applauding the “swoosh”
of a pristine ‘mini-she/or he’
entering this glorious world
of abounding goodness in overload.
The diminished need of exertion leaves her ecstatic,
though still a tab bit bushed.
But grateful she is to the Almighty and Mighty
to enjoy each brilliant new dawning day
Under a Sovereignty
that during the bleakest of times
was vastly overlooked.
***
Another Beginning.
ITH & SB 