A Spiritual Vision
It is not merely a man descending on clouds,
But a great unveiling of love across all hearts.
A quiet trembling in the soul,
As truth pierces through illusion like morning light through mist.
It is the return of Christ not just to the world,
But within us —
In the stillness of prayer,
In the mercy we show,
In the moment we choose peace over pride,
Forgiveness over vengeance.
The trumpet may not sound in the sky —
But it echoes within
Each time we say:
"I surrender to love. I welcome the Light."
The Second Coming is not only future —
It is now, and always,
Each time the Christ-consciousness awakens
In those who remember
That the kingdom of God
Was never far —
But hidden gently within their chest,
Waiting.