Floating light-clad pillars gleam
and deck the stately splendor of the hall.
Beams of whiteness, shafts of snow.
Highways of life.
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Crystal voices echoing in force,
more elegant than stems of frozen glass,
but big; like waves and crashing foam and surf
re-echo through and ’round and in the halls.
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Allelujahs! Tongues and sounds
a thousand flaming flying figures round.
A thousand, thousand joys and endless praise.
A throne of gold. A sea of shining glass.
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And from the center of that hall:
the Light of Life.
All lies before your power, Lord, created and arranged.
It all will perish at Your word, but You remain unchanged.
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