Now
Hear from
Ancient of days:
Not a prophet;
He isn't a fraud.
Voice in the wilderness;
Prepare ye the way; O Lord:
Rebuke the necromancers,
That bring about their fate.
Given the chances,
None can answer.
It comes down,
on their
Pate.
Here -
Be still.
I am: hear -
You do my will:
There is a fortune,
That the world cannot attain.
It's written in the virtue:
He's calling; you are named.
In all things prosper;
Children remain.
All because
You love
Me.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Spiritual? Religious? it speaks to me of a greater power maybe even a father or mother. Well written
My friend, this reminded me of the tension many spiritual people wrestle with between warning and invitation…between the thunderous prophetic voice and the quieter reassurance underneath it all. The poem carries both. It feels concerned with accountability, yes, but also with relationship and devotion. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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