Angels Whisper
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...