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THE VISION ON PATMOS

I AM the voice of the unseen You shall never know me, Listen as my words evaporate What I say refers to nothing. All the days of life vanish Each one polishing your soul, When the last morning arrives Then you see through time. There I stand always waiting As your prayers glimpse me, O

11.20.2009| Fiction and Poetry, Volume 5, Issue 1 | Kevin McGrath

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J O H N T H E P R O D R O M O S

I HAVE seen things in my life Which no one else has known, How to say this now, how To speak of what is vision For so much is unheard? I have looked across a river And seen them there - those Who have no human name Whose language has no word, Faultless with compassion. As birds of unbl

12.1.2008| Fiction and Poetry, Volume 4, Issue 2 | Kevin McGrath

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