In HIS Hands

I saw a vision of Jesus.

Open hands, palms up, side by side, touching each other.
HE was standing strong, power surging upward,
In the form of white light from HIS hands.
Perceived like the earth's electrical power,
Bolts of white lightning reverberating,
This was pure, holy, redeeming power.

Standing apart, I watched HIS power. 

Slowly HE pulled HIS hands apart,
fingers slightly apart, tilting them downward,
in an intentional direction, the power began surging rapidly,
pouring like a tsunami to the earth.

From a distance, I was completely overwhelmed as one paralyzed in place.

HIS power poured liquid light gold for a long time.
A very long time...like an epoch kairos moment. 
Then like a clock striking the 11th hour, 
HE drew HIS hands together.

HE held two white tapered candles in HIS palms.
It was as though HIS palms were the candle holders.
The candles were balanced, aligned, straight, yet of different heights.
HE held the sides of HIS palms tightly compressed together, 
keeping the candles close to each other and balanced.

HIS pure, white, light radiated from them. 
  
Sunday, June 30, 1996