Like fire from a mountain,
The clouds mounted the sky,
The sun broke through them,
Without asking why,
A torrent of air,
With moisture in tow,
Bullied the column,
As if it were snow.
You could see them,
The shapes and the flowing robes,
Flashing in the sun,
With hearts pounding,
Vaporous boulders ready to blow,
Like dynamite without sound,
Imagine lightning without thunder.
My eyes glowed from exhiliration,
My hands clenched with anticipation,
I could scream in fear;
But not miss this moment,
When God stepped down and left me glowing!!!
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