Chapter 33
Quick springing in, and loud came the song of the heaven, Vrihaden, with her billion angels, high in the grades:
Worshipful, O Almighty! Speak, O my shining rivers of heaven, Hyad-hiago, Fuen and Owagonshe, a million miles of water.
Flowing past my heavenly cities, Effalt and Sugathagow, and Friabes, Yanad and Hucfomakalasakola, lying under the high mountain, Soidon, with four thousand high arches reared by the Almighty!
My billion rejoicing in Jehovih, You Creator of millions of heavens, stretching far. O if only I could find comparisons for mortals, to tell them of the glory of my heavens!
My places of learning and factories, and shipbuilding, shaping vessels for coursing the firmament of the Almighty! Of the rules and philosophies of my delightful heavens.
O if I could show them the discipline of my billion; my army of Jehovih! Their high wisdom and their power over the elements created by the Almighty!
O if only mortals could see my high arches and my heavenly forests and mountains! O if only mortals understood to inhabit a world within as well as without.
To know the solutions of Jehovih’s worlds, and the orderly arrangement of the unseen! Praise to You, Jehovih! You Provider of the heaven, Vrihaden, with her billion. GOWH Chapter 34 Bon’s Praise