Crumbled Wings
by Poetry by Deborah
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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In the middle of ground zero the Lord’s cross marks the tragedy of the day of shadows, visited upon so many; empty violence, senseless calamity...Satan’s pride. Let us never forget the colour of Satan’s dark hand, as he spreads his violence throughout the land of dreams...give him no room to tear the seams of society’s heart - depart evil one, move over, return to your darkness, for the sun of God’s light shall burn what is left of your crumbled wings... They carry you no more - vengeance has singed the flesh from wings that once flowed with the light of heaven... And now, as those wings drip the darkness from whence you have come...go back to hell...darkened one and deliver a message to the minions that you lead...that God still lives, that Truth still gives heart peace. Your vain attempts of retribution rebound and send you further into the pit of fire...you can climb no higher from your raging sea of flame... And as God’s new order arrives, and makes it place upon His beautiful and green planet earth...the name of darkness shall be forgotten as His children look out upon His shining sea of forgiveness... And come to know that, no matter how dark the dark, nor how boundless the sea of Satan’s calamity...the light of heaven will always shine on the children of God and salvation shall be our glorious reward.
© 2005, Deborah L. Kelly
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
1/24/2005 |
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| This is beautiful and so needed right now because some have forgotten that it the minions that took over those planes and flew into our country not the other way around. |
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