thunder on the mountaintop

                             empty spaces filled with grapevine wood

                             impressed on the shoulder like boulders

                             guided through a portal in a space like vortex

                             within a dream I landed in a canvas tent text

                             thrown out into the brilliant sunshine smile

                             relaxed in natures perplexing million mile

                             wild grapes are falling all at my feet

                             sparrows swarm for the singing feast

                             laughing and falling all around like joy

                             I heald one in my hand but he fell

                             he just bounced off the ground and laughed

                             this moment is blissful sweet spring

                             my curiosity leads me up another path

                             hiking lungs ready for any obstacle

                             passing a big olive tree above the vines

                             my heart races as I elevate up this hillside

                             it feels great to be alive at this moment

                             the hill pulls my will higher up & up

                             until I reach the still breaze at the top

                             where I come to a fenceline fair

                             I meet my brother Josh there 

                             who cannot see or speak

                             my joy collapses at this time

                             but my brother and I walk this fence

                             others join us like it seemed permanent

                             until we come to a stone amphitheatre

                             filled to the brim with hopeful humans

                             I ask a stranger what all this buzz is about

                             and he turns and raises his arms high & shouts

                             JESUS CHRIST IS RETURNING

                             and with this voice the crowd erupts

                             like thunder on the mountaintop

                             when incredible light shoots across

                             like a tidalwave of healing energy

                             filled with eyes and cherub songs

                             I'm stunned when I look below

                             and sure as the winter snow is bright

                             he is there defining a new shade of light

                             with a ring of angels holding hands

                             all around him in astounding revelation

                             I crumble and fall in fainting pains

                             slam my head on the stones like rain

                             and awake in my bed that was a door 

                             crying like never before