I dreamt that after fleeing
An apocalyptic battle
I found myself
On Mount Moriah
At the entrance
To a beautiful and radiant
Sanctuary
In the midst of a fragrant garden.
I then heard whisper
An angelic voice:
Apart from the gardeners,
Redeemed Adams and Eves,
There are no priests;
No liturgy,
Blood sacrifice
Or need for prophetic protest.
Only silent prayer
And meditation.
All are free
To come and go:
A global community
Of individual souls
Under the One God.
Jerusalem
14 December 2017