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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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BEHIND THE ALTAR
In the sanctum of the sanctum sanctorum, Lies the quiet hope of mankind's grace. A whisper of peace through sacred decorum, Behind the altar — a hallowed place. Dark clouds weep where light refrains, While clear skies hold back the flood. Upon the altar, truth remains Carved in fire, stone, and blood. How do we speak of both? A beginning — and an end? Before the altar, hearts grow loath To trust the truth it dares to send. How do we name the sunrise, the fall? The dusk that dies, the dawn that breaks? What holds the night? What breathes through all? Where shadow bends, the altar wakes. On what hangs the vault above? On what is the Earth suspended? We never asked — nor dreamed thereof — The questions we’ve pretended. How do we carry both? The burden of life and death? The weight of chance, of silent oaths Unspoken with each breath? We should have searched with open minds, But turned away, afraid to see — No Heaven, no Hell — just threads we bind In webs of our fragility. What does it matter — what we know? What truth does knowledge ever show? At journey's end, when time runs slow, Behind the altar, all shall glow.
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