Tell Them I Met Jesus © Surazeus 2024 12 07 The white cat darts through shadows of my fears so I follow her leap through open gate draped with eglantine by the country lane where I stop startled at demonic growl which swells louder than a dragon would roar when a horseless carriage zooms past my house. Three horses on the gently sloping hill race with the car along the winding road till that swift time machine puffs into air and vanishes from windless fields of corn, so I ask the raven on the tree stump to explicate that chariot of fire. Leaning against the chestnut tree, I chew on stalk of wheat with curiosity while recalling how that chariot sped faster than the fastest horse I saw run, then I remember in the Holy Book some strange passage my grandfather had read. While robed in black at podium of the truth my grandfather, old revered minister, read passage from book of Ezekiel describing grand Chariot of the Lord with four yellow-jeweled wheels spinning flames around sapphire bowl flashing deity. At clear epiphany that time machine I saw speed faster than the fastest horse is chariot of fire Ezekiel described, I feel electric shock of timeless truth that Jesus God has come to Earth again and drove right past my house in Idaho. When I hear roar from the chariot of fire swell again with sapphire flash of divine truth, I stand in middle of the country road and force Jesus God to stop at my house, then feel my heart pound with reverent awe when a man in a pinstripe suit steps out. Puffing fat cigar as he strides toward me, the man peers at me under black fedora, then presses pistol at my chest and grins, asking me why I obstructed his drive, then his girlfriend in slender yellow dress asks Clyde if I have apples they can eat. After Bonnie and Clyde eat apple pies, and drink hot coffee with sugar and wine, they give me wad of hundred dollar bills then speed away into the golden hills, yet when police ask if I saw the pair I tell them I met Jesus and his Bride.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus asks the farmer to describe again appearance and clothing of Jesus and his bride and which way they went, but grins when he points up to the clouds.
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