In the first
light of day, certainty
appears fair as a silvern moon,
and majestic as the heavens
in sterling pageant,
an ageless voice,
clarion,
summoning
those cherished
from all earthly chaos…
And wise eyes
alone are
opened
as she
gathers
unto Him
weeping in
all manner of
joyful jubilation…
And (to her)
His words are
purest dewdrops,
like a floral envelope
of gems cascading…
“Awaken my darling,
my beautiful one, and
come with me now. See,
the storms are past for you,
the storms are over and gone,
flowers appear now for you, and
a season of singing is fast approaching.”
.
richard lloyd cederberg
2020

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