No longer off somewhere after death or behind some mystery, some veil -
Right here and now, from where we lie, sit or stand, we all rise up as one thing.
We take what fight we can - our water, our earth, our fire, our air and our love.
Icons great and small, weak and strong, actual and conceptual, fall under our onslaught.
The Soldiers fight us but our strength is the strength of purpose and we overcomes them:
“Stop” demand The Gatekeepers, but our determination is absolute and they yield to us.
“Only we know the mind of God” cry the priests but our laughter drowns out their lie.
“This is not allowed” assert the Hierophants but we knock them over like all the sacred icons.
God’s gate, soldiers, gatekeepers, priests and hierophants all succumb to our united front
And now we are inside, the wingless angel hems of our garments are not even muddied by earth,
In The Heavenly The Castle, in Heaven above, and we go as one to the very throne of God -
God’s light is blinding neither male or female, positive or negative, singular or plural.
In awe we are blinded by the light of God having stormed heaven by sheer force of collective will.
Involuntarily we tremble and shake now before such power suddenly uncertain of our impetuosity.
“I only gave you free will,” God says disarmingly, “so that you would use it to return to me:
It has been so lonely here in heaven all this time without you and all I have to say to you is, "what the hell took you guys so long!?”
