Light On the Devil's Chord - the Return To Everlasting Light, By the Shadow of Coming War
I returned to God,
No fear in my heart,
But comfortable communication,
And trusting affection.
Heart bleeding for my losses,
I had missed His presence greatly.
He spoke easily and lovingly,
As I lay in the grass with a
Nearby grazing lion, running
My fingers easily through his
Mighty mane,
Drawing strength from his
Powerful purrs:
"At last you return to Us,
Bloomed Daughter of Light,
We know as well as the universe
I did not send you into the pit
To see where your loyalties lie,
But to show you at last where your
Heart is meant to be.
You have seen much more
Than you have first requested.
Just as you have drawn strength
In this very moment you return,
Have you drawn strength from
Your past, believing in your own
Power at last.
Do not lose it—for Choice is
Always your gift, no matter
Your present commitments to Me.
If you shall fight alongside thine
Enemy, sevenfold shall I love you—
Evermore shall I love him,
For you are my shining Daughter,
And he is my mourning son.
I know what sickness prevails you
To leave your lost Love alone
To his own inner ruination.
The ties have been made, lovely daughter,
And he is as free as he can be
In the safe spaces of his heart,
That you have helped him create.
—if only his heart should speak
For the dreadful dragon still fighting
To win and who salivates at the thought
Of vengeful War."
My cheeks still bloodstained,
Fresh tears fell, glistening
At the thought of my Prince,
Overtaken by the dragon’s lust for War.
When shall the violence finally end?
I gazed at the clear, starry night
Comforted by the sleeping beast
Breathing deep beside me, and
By the all-encompassing words
Of God's eternal blanket of Mercy.
Our Devil would be released soon,
As was foretold, to frenzy again a rested world—
To perturb to its old ways once again,
So that the fruit may be shared.
Belief would be mine to choose
Just as it was theirs to choose--
The World at large—filled with
Dragons, devils, and behemoths,
Preparing their bludgeoning weapons
And churning ever hatefully in that
Mighty Maelstrom of created song.
I saw it as it was to be:
Cynical Death soon rising
Alongside Hopeful Hades—
Waiting for the end,
And the strange female grin of
Lady Darkness,
Increasingly vitriolic for blood,
And sorely ripped away now
From my beloved—rising—singing—Prince.
Note: This is the final section of the Light On the Devil’s Chord series. I hope you enjoyed.. thank you all for your kind support throughout the years.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2020
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