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Black as the arms of death barely touch those souls, once ensnared by the shadows… now fleeing as the blood of the Anointed is poured like wine. His breath— like fire slays the wicked in the ebb of the dark. Now, the light has shone … Tears left no trace among faces but dazzlingly bright smiles. Wicks—no longer beguiled by the wind but stilled… while the angels are yet to flutter, singing hymns to the Mighty One. Then life triumphs...death no more. By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2020 Date Presented: September 10, 2020 Author's Note: There's no Grace as fulfilling as that of an awesome God who loves us all. "You unravel me, with a melody You surround me with a song Of deliverance, from my enemies Till all my fears have gone I'm no longer a slave to fear I am a child of God." (this is a part of the lyrics of the song, "No Longer Slaves" which i use as a background music) **This poem is being featured at FREE VERSE REVOLUTION @ www.wordpress.com for its theme, After Life in September. |
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