beauty comes

why is it 
when we see
a picture
perfect sky

something deep
within us
says that 
that is beauty

it pulls
us outside
ourselves

and engenders 
a longing
for more

when angels
herald
the birth 
foretold

and glory
fills the skies
would we see
beauty otherwise

without eyes born new
He will have 
no form
to attract you

RWOz2

Day Nine Hundred Ninety #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We expect to reach the desert crossroads tomorrow. Jezer looks forward to linking up with his friend Reuben, as are we. He remained there with a tanker truck while Jezer had accompanied Mawuli and the other water couriers.

Tomas was gone from us all day, off on the advance with Mawuli, and has chosen this place for tonight’s encampment. We had asked him to be on the lookout for any outliers. He reports none.

Elijah holds the opinion that the angels have intervened in that matter.

In our evening conference we discussed ways and means of transporting from the crossroads to the hiding place. The Purser is none too keen on riding inside an emptied tanker truck.

Nor are we.

Day Nine Hundred Eighty Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It has been a day of preparation for everyone. Hope burns bright in each heart rooted in the renewed vision and purpose. It is a marvel almost the equal of the miracles.

Mawuli and the other water couriers were sent out today to bring back a quadruple portion before we take the first step of our migration, scheduled for the minute they return.

Our plan is to head to the desert crossroads and from there make our way back to the hiding place.

Before Elijah sequestered himself, he charged me with a special task – to check for any other tares among the wheat. Not to do anything about them, we’ll leave that to the angels, but simply to be aware.