Angels Whisper

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Who whispers hushed as rivers rush 

to roar a storm tumultuous

commanding torrents that forever must 

pelt the Earth, then dry to dust?

 

From Eden's garden came beauty born out of the wilderness, 

From Adam's rib came Eve born out of man's loneliness,

From heaven's canopy came the Word born out of galaxies of starlight,

From the unnumbered souls came those numbered, born out of the Christ-like 

Intent to yearn for His grace, an embrace effulgent,

Intent to spurn the chains of death's entrapment,

Intent to earn right to be born again pure and just,

Intent to learn lessons that rise from deathly dust, 

out of the maze of a lone rib's curious quest, 

out of the cage of life's fleeting sallow flesh, 

out of the shade of sin's shadowed manifestations, 

out of the raging darkness towards more glorious destinations.


Where Elohim awaits to greet

each precious child again, to meet

His gentle command, by plan defined,

"All are mine throughout all time".


From His mind came mankind born out of His enlightenment, 

From life's slog came perfection born out of a fright hell-bent,

From the conquered grave came persistence to humbly rise above,

From separate souls came oneness, encompassed in Jehovah's loving

Intent to become like unto Him,

Intent to be whole with Him again, 

Intent to dwell where there is no mortal hell,

Intent to taste the pristine reflection of glory beyond the veil,

beyond where cherubim kisses are windblown freed,

beyond where unquenchable flames eternally leap,

  beyond where the wielded sword slashes sin to crumbs,

beyond where fair Kolob's entry gates sing songs of triumph.


For those now all-knowing who have gratefully partaken,

For those now withstanding, unwavering faith unshaken,

For those ill-begotten in innocence, forbidden but not forsaken,

For those willfully trodden, hidden behind eyes blinded by temptation.


~P.S. Colley~

c. 2024

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