From shadows born, to light ascends, a weary heart thus driven—
Where sorrow bowed, the spirit proud, now finds a world forgiven.
Through fiery gate, to heavenly state, where sin and pain are riven—
From lowly strife, to endless life, the wretched soul is risen.
The fiends below, in envy woe, lament the loss unshriven—
For earthly dust, with fate unjust, has claimed a place in Heaven.
The wraith of old, no longer cold, is now by mercy given—
From groan and grief, to calm relief, beside the King of Heaven.
In golden air, beyond despair, the chains of fear unthreaden—
The path once thorned, with roses warmed, the spirit's wounds are deadened.
A friend above, where purest love, for earthly faults has leavened—
From anguished cries, to cloudless skies, the soul ascends to Heaven.
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gray0328 (
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Not religious but that does not prevent the admiration of fine art. From the first lines I was enraptured with the classic style ofthis poem and how it rolled out of the mouth like one's own tongue. Beautifully stated a wonderful message reminding me of Willis " For as love's wild prayer disolved in air her woman's heart gave way!. But the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven By man is cursed alway!"
Thanks Soren, I appreciate your feedback brother
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