TITLE: Risen Hope - December 12, 2018
By Lorraine Taylor
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Amber night sighs winter’s breath,
touching needled Pines where resolute arms
protect the place owned by the dead.
They rush here and there
and fail to see fingered roots grasp empty air
stricken by mortal’s worldly blows.
Resolute stillness lies below
where heavenly care beckons winged souls,
spirits of another time that freely soar,
transcending all earthly spheres,
victoriously shedding cloaks, well worn,
rising to heights only dreamed of before.
White-yellow fire sears true Hope –
where meaning and value are moral codes.
A realm unwalled by human foes,
releases Real Love – unexpected and Bold.
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