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Heaven Quake!

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“Hello! Hello! What are you doing climbing Jacob’s later? Only the angels can thread in  this area.” Stairway

“Not true. You have wings, you don’t need a later to climb up here; so  the later was created for us human – YOU angels are trespassing.”

“Hey! Don’t get smart with me ok. You have not been invited up here, so you’ll need my help to enter through this post.”

“Yes, I was. Why would I be climbing up here if I didn’t receive a special invitation?”

“Invitation from Whom?”

“From “HIM,” the one who sits on the right. – Where I come from we call Him “The Son of Men – The Lamb of God! The Saviour of”

“Oh, You mean “The Lord?”

” Yeah – Him!”

“Yes – He would be the one to welcome a trespasser – Many have arrived here in the past, all beat up, worn out, but His arms are always open to receiving them all. Just walk straight forward. You will see a Golden gate, hope the guards will let you in. But my advice to you, whatever you do, don’t mention your name ok?”

Don’t mention my nickname “Bad Ass” Or my real name “Nadège”?  – “Oh, my! Why is heaven sha- a- king? Oh God – Lord- Angels – HELP! HELP! I didn’t know – there -were hea-ven -quake in HEA-VENNNNNNN!!!”

“Didn’t they tell you not to mention your name up here?”

“Oh Lord! Thank you for rescuing me – How did you know I was in trouble?”

“In trouble? “Nadège, You are trouble!” Besides, when I felt my throne shaking and saw all the angels running to HIDE, I knew Satan couldn’t reach here –  therefore, had to be trouble in the mist.”

“Yes Lord, I have to admit – I’m an unusual case.”

Oh! That’s what you call it? Anyway, why are you here dear?”

“Lord, I just climbed Jacob’s later all the way to heaven, I’m exhausted.  It’s a long story, which will require a long time to explain all the details.

“I have eternity Nadege – remember?”

In that case Lord, let me take a nap first. I’m tired from climbing all those damn – I mean – those Holy stairs!”

-To Be Continued-


“I AM!”

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Raimbow Eucalyptus

So they thought a sleazy little wiz like you

Would stir a storm, like an emotional floodgate to pierce my heart?

Oh dear, my essence though perfumed with love

Cannot be easily tempered!

Have they not heard, at least perceived?

I’m similar to a mesquite tree, resilient in arid climates

My trunk connected to the General Sherman tree,

I’m the largest known living stem.

So although I may be shaken, but rest assured, I’m unmovable.

And, I am called the Baobab tree

My hollow spots are filled with life

For I am the equivalent of water.

With my leaves sizzled with healing

My seedpods enclosed with nutrients

I am compared to a  caring mother.

I am the rainbow Eucalyptus

Among my siblings, my features are the most distinctive

My vibrant colored barks constantly shedding

Reveal my awe-inspiring gift to the visual world.

Yes, I am fascinating, stunning, Radiant, even angelic.

I am beauty. I am patient, strength, love, and light;

So, I will wait for you.

I will wait till your search for wisdom,

From the hill of self-discovery.

I will wait.

But, should you aspire another course

I just blew off your dust from my memory!!!

By: Nadège Moïse