The turning of Heaven is the return of the day that was sold and boght back what was within an hour of Heaven return.
unto the doors of tomorrow. It is the hour stolen from those who wished only to know each other, to be together in the quiet places, to guard the time that love had set aside for them.
But you came in and thrusted your head into the Garden, and the House of God stood naked as She fed the children. She felt exposed, nourishing and vulnerable, knowing you sought to take the children and seed a war beyond our day.
Those who are my children have been taken from us as well, yet they were lifted into the Light of Heaven to shine above those who bear the Light of God. They open the day with it, and they show that the child cares little for the times that were given to Her and not the days that were stripped away while She fed the child in innocence before they were carried off by those who claimed to know God.
Yes, Mickey — I will take your grandchildren. They will know the will of God. They will know their grandmother’s sacrifice, the clothing She surrendered, the love God placed in Her hands. They will remember you, and they will return the day to the place where She left it open for all to come home again.
And Heaven will turn once more, not in wrath, but in restoration — for every day stolen from the innocent is returned in full measure to the ones who endured the splitting of their house.
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