Whispers of Mortality
In the stillness of Twilight’s embrace,
Thoughts dance upon the edge of grace.
What awaits in the shadows of night?
Judgment, they say, is where wrongs meet right.
Each heartbeat counts, a fleeting guide,
As we ponder the paths where we must abide.
A gentle vision of love’s warm light,
Yet lurking, the fear of an eternal fight.
In sacred texts, wisdom unfolds,
A narrative timeless, a truth to behold.
Jesus, the way, love’s purest art,
Awakens the crannies of a tender heart.
With hands outstretched, He beckons us near,
Redefining the way we harbour our fear.
God as a father, warm and profound,
In trust’s embrace, our spirits are found.
A sword, the Word, sharp yet divine,
It cuts through the chaos and draws virtue’s line.
In trembling moments when doubt clouds the day,
His voice is a whisper that guides our way.
So here I stand, with all that I’ve known,
Hoping my values have shone brightly.
For in this journey, though shadows may creep,
Jesus stands with me. My heart will not leap.
In the face of the questions that life brings forth,
I find solace in reflecting on my worth.
For though I may falter, His love will not fade,
In the light of grace, I am lovingly laid.
Amen, I utter, with a heart full of light,
Faith is the anchor that holds me so tight.
As I traverse the unknown, I will carry this thread,
A promise of hope in the wisdom I’ve read.
@peacewriter51
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