Remnant

John Prophet

Remnant.
What’s
left behind.
Bits of
bone.
Dry,
crumbling
to dust.
Inanimate.
No essence.
What moved,
gone.
Passed
through
on Angels
wings.
Spirits ,
essence
of being.
Animate.
Gone.
Moved on.
Sprites
of creation.
Shimmering.
Crossing
gossamer
membranes.
One realm
to the
next.
Staying
for a
while.
Moving
on to
another.
Eternal
flow.
Eternal
existence.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 29th, 2023 07:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 2781

    "Prophesy to these bones and say them, 'Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life.

    • John Prophet

      Many views on what makes this all tick. Thanks for reading.



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