Veils of Truth
By
Jerry D. Smith
The embers glow softly reposing on the hearth as the five a.m. fire burns lifelessly to its inevitable, self-consumed termination. What fiery glow it once experienced is now but listless, smoldering ashes which eventually return to the evangelical dust that has been prophesized for you and me. Who shall remember this once fiery blaze but the keepers of the unrecorded, who, in all their charge, note the veils of truth for those who are so blind that they cannot see. And these keepers whisper these truths to the four winds to be carried to those who look beyond the misty haze of reality into the spiritualness of the universe without fear nor judgment, and then understand the pure truths – all that is was; and all that was, is.
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