The Map, Undrawn
The Map Undrawn
Written in the snow,
by angels...
made from the bodies,
of the innocent.
The way to heaven...
is seen,
fleeting in its passing,
like a dream.
Unquestioned,
by the faithful.
Celebrated,
by the hopeful,
ever thankful.
His mercy!
Prayerful,
and diligent
the remnant remain.
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