Friday, August 16, 2024

Light for the future, the abyss is not our home

There is a sound, few can hear, but you are able
Sound of a heart breaking, a tree holding weight
People gather and watch, the most cruel spectacle
Some then looks away, as a rising sorrow breaks
To know, to see, expect the sky to shudder, close
But rain falls, sky turns black, and the earthquakes
This is the moment the son of the Creator is taken
This is how the world comes full circle, be chosen
For the one once upon the tree, will return to us
Upon the clouds, Trumpets call
The final words are heard
Salvation is here