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death
has already
been promised-
sealed
in our
forehands,
tucked into our
future plans;
same
of pain;
same of sadness;
and navigating with
no sensing direction;
same
of loneliness;
same of emptiness;
and suffocating with
no winching reaction;
but in
the same gospel,
peace has already
been assured-
same
of love;
same of joy;
and laughing aloud with
no elating sources;
same
of worship;
same of praise;
and surrendering to
God’s wearing courses;
When
that day
the sun will perfectly
position
itself
for the hours
to step
over themselves
with extra care;
and the
children
will be safe;
the strangers
will all speak;
and each
special person
in our lives
will
reach to
us in a harmonized
rhythm
of rainbows
to cap Love across the sky;
you’ll
wander
in a teary bliss;
with
no place to go
and enjoy
your
prelude to heaven.
Mark
Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2008
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