Written, January 14, 2024 For The Contest, “Precipice, Portal, Perpetual Words” Sponsor, Constance La France
What is this Portal like- the one at death? What does the soul envision in this stance of where or when we take our final breath? Do visions fly before us like a trance as we're pulled in by Heaven's bright expanse? This portal- there to glean eternal souls from flesh and bone humanity had made; to cast aside our world of earthly goals with temporary bodies, soon decayed- and walk through Heaven's Portal- unafraid!
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