It's Right
White fire, ever glowing, clothed in nature's forms.
Such beauty in creation - Satan writhes and squirms.
Gardens of Elysium, robed in endless spring.
We shall walk in a new Eden, free from fear and suffering.
Bright-hot spark within the soul as it beholds its Lord,
warmed by the rays of his only son, the Way, the Truth, the Word.
Soothed by the breezes of the Spirit, rising on thermals of joy.
We shall worship in a temple that nothing can destroy.
Walk the path with love - not fear -
but know the consequence is dear -
For in cold, dark caves, lost in the abyss -
God's tears fall upon those who've forgotten how to kiss.
Each of them rules an island in the depths,
patrolling unseen borders with arrogant steps.
So hurt and broken and lost and afraid,
too proud to admit the price they have paid.
They stick to the shadows, dodging the light,
because it's their way, surely it's right ...
1 June 2023
Written during adoration at Nativity of Our Lord in Broomfield, CO
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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