Oh death where is your sting?

God seems to tuck in the sun
Under a patchwork of luminous pinks and oranges,
Yet it never sleeps
While we sleep.
It rises again
And again,
Elsewhere -
A symbol of everlasting light.
Absorb now,
Mere mortal shrouded in darkness,
this sparkling truth,
When you wait for it to rise,
This simple star illuminates -
The destiny awaiting those drawn to the light.
It is not a matter of if but when,
That we will brilliantly, rise again.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

PTL! This is well written and great message, thanks for sharing.

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Yay!!!! Amen!! It's been a while since I last read your faith poems with a silver lining. I love it!!!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you very much....:)......would you believe me if I say that the silver lining in this poem was purely coincidental? Ppfffff.....indeed. Some people write positive poems spontaneously, and others, write dark poems easily.....I think I tend to fall in the latter category....:)

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:) nevertheless, i love your poetry! it never strays away from the truth :) morning.. yawn..