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Redemption

His arms outstretch the sky, And the wind slips through my wings as I fly, With the Midnight Sun. Cities Sparkle below, Man-made planets leaping to kiss the feet of God. Plank-filled eyes Hide truth behind lies, In the ignorant minds of our Suns and Daughters. Reaching heights I was unaware existed. My confidence thins with the altitude, But these wings of faith remain strong, In the face of adversity. Even at the table of our enemies, We cannot fail. We soar through the depths of Hell, The midnight sunrise Bathing the stars of a dark land. The sea reflects our light, Defiantly, But every second makes it harder to fight The blinding force of this Love-Storm we create. Slowly, Slowly She begins to absorb rather than reflect. Light overcomes. And the darkness is recreated. Transformed into a beacon of light to her lost sisters, Who have floated in false content. The light ripples outward, An incandescent tidal wave of Love, A Baptism out of which Hope is born. His arms outstretch the sky, And the wind slips through her wings as we fly, With the Midnight Sun. Feel free to leave any constructive criticism, thanks.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/2/2014 10:49:00 AM
Wonderful imaginary . . . when there is hope there is life, through baptism we rise to receive the His precious gift. Nicely done!
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Jessica Cooper
Date: 12/2/2014 2:08:00 PM
Thanks David. This was my first attempt in a collection I began a few months ago, glad you like it!

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