Chosen, the world
Frozen; aright,
Your steadfastness
Pure, might His grace
Make you holy.
Take virtue: true
Fortitude: vice
Accrued now mist,
Pierced by White Light,
Dispersed. “Redeemed
By the Almighty!”
Cry ten among
Each age, ten whom
Reach sanctity:
Refused a world
Infused in sinful
Pleasure seeking;
Leisure postponed;
Ignoring the
Scorning, mocking.
One of the Ten:
None too easy:
Turning God from
Burning the world.
Gary Edward Geraci
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A fine write Gary.
Did you have in mind the ten lepers healed by Jesus, and only one returned to give Him thanks for their healing?
Thanks Orchidee. Actually I was thinking back to the Old Testament and Abraham’s prayer of intercession in Genesis 18:22-33. (It’s where God agrees to spare the entire city if there were 10 righteous people to be found in the city.) “For the sake of ten, I will not destroy it.”
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