Damnations Call:
Blessed are the minds that chase hither the deeds of light
As the dark passages of regret resist not the night.
For they lay now unto the stars
which shine from high on heavens throne,
lifting thus our forlorn solitude
from its dreary, weary home.
They release now with their eyes so bright
a fitting wisdom, which the ages so aptly speak.
For come those now into our minds
Come those now…
Who surpass the test of time.
Those who chase not the darkness,
but His everlasting light.
As they are forever
the forbearers
of all that is holy and right.
So hearken…listen…lend your ear,
Cast out the darkness
Confront your fear.
For a new day is soon to arrive,
carried on the wings of glories most high.
Up high past darkest of night
Soaring…
Soaring …
Towering above it all
Overcoming the silent rage
of
Damnations call.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004
There are those who lift the standard tonight…thanks!
www.Jallenwilson.com
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You really got a nab on this style. So this was kinda two poems, first a statement of "stars" content, ever, and then your second half. some of the language I thought was so piercing, just kinda made its way to ya, stark I think would be a good word. These poems seem to me anyway to be deeper than most attempting the subject. I can't realy write the subject myself, as I get so lost, so thank you Allen, Al
carried on the wings of glories most high.
Excellent message, Poet!
Lisa
Reindeer
this is just riveting
thanks,
d.