Today's word is "omnium-gatherum" ... A miscellaneous collection.
Mist
I've read about the end of all earthly things,
Revelation from a saint's own eyes,
The omnium-gatherum of creatures winged,
Who 'round a thundering throne do fly.
An ending within which may actually be,
The beginning of something new,
Something beyond what we can imagine or see,
Shown only to a privileged few.
As we struggle along on this earthly plane,
Keeping our gaze on that ephemeral prize,
We trust that neither struggle or pain,
Will cloud precious hope from our eyes.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2013
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