A Jest
My knock was only a jest, but the Holy Spirit answered earnestly and beckoned me inside with an all-inclusive welcome. I wish that I could better describe the world beyond that doorway. There was nowhere to sit, nowhere to stand, everywhere to go, and only one place to be. I saw the fires of passion near the grapes of wine and blood. I witnessed the moon blessing the water through her wisdom and her reflection. I felt the breeze on my face and let it whisper love songs in my ear. I told you, my knock was only a jest, and yet the Holy Spirit answered me earnestly.
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