Christian Poetry: BETH-EL

Head on pillar of stones; eyes closed, and my body gave up to sleep. I was indeed tired!

My eyes still shut but I could see...... not the stones, not the dry ground, not the darkness before I slept.

But a sight beyond my imagination; 

a ladder set on the ground that bore my fatigued body, 

the top of it reached a place father described as heaven, 

with beings that looked not like me to and fro it.

But there was One, indescribable is the word, stood at the top and blessed me.

"Many shall say of me, blessed is he for he found rest in the house of his father's God."


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