Seven
lampstands, golden
seven
stars, held by hand
one
sword, two edges
seven
churches
seven
angels of seven churches
my
mind asks why seven
my
heart asks why not
the
man, like the son, dressed
like
Aaron, standing among
the
lampstands, outshining
their
light, warmth, illuminated
eyes
of flame
not
the appearance of a man
on
a cross
a
king
