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Poetry of heaven
9th June 1840
[1] Since K.G.L. (Karl Gottfried Ritter von Leitner, Secretary of State in Graz, friend and later biographer of Jakob Lorber) is also a poet in the best human manner and has a well prepared heart and is a man full of good will towards Me and has joy in My love, also is a great friend of My Wisdom and is very cheerful when he hears My new word and reads My old – so I will show him a small example of the poetry of heaven, which is a colloquial language there and reads as follows:
[2] In the pure heavens, expansive circles, according to the angelic loving ways all the blessed brethren sing pure songs dedicated to Me alone.
[3] First they sing of My love, from the purest, most holy heart; then they burn with delight, as they see Me as a sun of mercy
[4] And when their purest fullness of light illuminates their spirits’ shell, then they see through in the most beautiful standards countless miraculous forms of My love.
[5] delightful blossoms in the hearts rich in well-known sweet pains, which are the highest gifts of heaven, because they refresh blissfully tired angels
[6] And when they're overjoyed, they gather in transfigured multitudes; then a song sounds out from all around them, that I say to you here to be a faithful patron.
[7] "Father!" they sing dearly, "Father!" they sing immersed in Me, "Father!" is the word on every tongue, "Father!" is the breath from every lung.
[8] "Great is Your power and great is the glory, countless armies of Your love's creation, unmeasured the profoundness of Your ways, incomprehensible Your omnipotent grasp.
[9] Who has ever looked into the eyes of the deity? Who knows all the Beings’ wise goodness?
Where is such an intelligent being that one could read the scriptures of wonders?
[10] Look down into never-before-seen depths, as they dripped with new wonders! See the Father's love there, see His wisdom unfold!
[11] Look down into hell, see the dead, behold, the multitude of good messengers bear glad tidings in their hands, to perfect a lost one there too!"
[12] And when they have looked on great wonders of My love, and as My Wisdom has been graciously bestowed yes, to hell itself the angels send –
[13] they will burn with love anew, that even suns rejoice in it and then shine brighter upon worlds, announce what bright and beautiful days you have had.
[14] Then they will pour out through all the throats a voice of sweet sound-waves, now sometimes roaring like great waters rushing, sometimes as if the winds are changing.
[15] Singing in this beautiful way, giving Me the little song of praise: "Dear Father! See in Your grace also the poor brothers' dark paths!
[16] Look down upon the earth, children are seething, Hear, oh Father, their lamentations echo! Oh free these weak brothers of the foul, evil, poisonous Hydra!
[17] Father, make children of the serpent too, yes, if possible, even the arch-inventor to all the tricks and princes of all lies, humbly submit to Your omnipotence!
[18] And so only Your will grant us, what is necessary, that the peace of salvation may arise in the world’s depths, Father, let what we beseech, be done!
[19] So we are ready to serve all brothers in the dark bowels of the earth. Oh hear our childlike entreaties, let the dead rise graciously!"
[20] Behold, these are the pure and pious sages, how you should praise the holy Father, beholding His almighty works, Praise His love's holy strength.
[21] So your activities, your doings and writing you may have some serious doubts. But if you do as you please, you'll remain fools, even as old men.
[22] And when the trees have grown old and completely empty of life, then it's probably too late, to make up for mistakes of your youth
[23] Epilogue: And behold, My dear Karl, I have a great love for you since you are eagerly seeking to purify and glorify My Name in your heart. But there is something I have against you, which is that you still make speeches of human wisdom. For behold, the spirit elevates the spirit, love the love, man the man – so also the world elevates the world, as one part to another. But now that you have looked into My depths, leave the superficial stuff of the world, hanging on to nothing but unripe deadly nightshade, which is of no use there.
[24] I tell you, do only what I advise you to do! For I have already come very close to your heart. And if you believe and want to, you too shall soon become a capable tool for Me and see never imagined depths, which I want to put into your own heart.
[25] Only then will you become a true poet and a man after My heart! Amen. I, your dear Jesus, Amen!