I saw a vision – It was last Thursday at eleven o’clock in the morning.
I was standing on the Necropolis, looking down over the city
and the cold blue autumn sky broke open over my head
and the Spirit of God breathed on my eyes, and my eyes were opened:
I saw Glasgow, the holy city, coming down out of heaven
shining like a rare jewel, sparkling like clear water in the eye of the sun
and all the sickness was gone from the city
and there were no more suburbs and schemes
no difference between Bearsden and Drumchapel.
I saw the Clyde running with the water of life
as bright as crystal
as clear as glass
the children of Glasgow swimming in it.
And the Spirit showed me the tree of life
growing on Glasgow Green.
I looked out and there were no more homeless people
there were no women working the streets
there were no more junkies up the closes
HIV and AIDS were things of the past
there were no more racist attacks
no more attacks on gay people
no more rapists
no more stabbings
no more Protestants and Catholics
no more IRA graffiti, no more Orange marches
because there was no more hate
and I saw women walking safe at nights
and the men were full of passion and gentleness
and none of the children were ever abused
because the people’s sex was full of justice and joy.
I saw an old woman throw back her head
and laugh like a young girl
and when the sky closed back her laughter rang in my head
for days and days
and would not go away.
This is what I saw, looking over the Gallowgate,
Looking up from the city of death
and I knew then that there would be a day of resurrection
and I believe that there will be a day of resurrection.