“So many scattered ashes .. From death, return to life
Cast off the old, the overworn, the detritus .. Open up, giving way
To the light, to God, to the embrace of what is spiritual.

Eternally, ever new .. Transformed by our faith
We are cleansed in our spirits .. From those ashes to be remade
.. So like, the rising phoenix ..“

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•°• Immortal Poet •°•

So many scattered ashes .. Where yet a flame slowly rises ..
He stands .. Aglow .. Flames burn within .. Light fills suddenly
blindingly .. Destroying kaos inside .. A void of utter darkness
That only spoke of the coming end

.. He lets his shoulders release .. A subtle vibration
Seen in so much as it could be felt. In the flexing of snow
white wings being lifted

As they began to stretch from upon his back .. Wings of utter
Beauty and power, a Poet’s dream .. Unfurling

He flew not far above a landscape .. Soon in view, expansive
vista's ever widening. Cloudless skies bursting forth in shades of blue

Star and moon, silently gave way in awe .. A dawning flame
A rising star. A flower unfolding amidst streaks of purple. A gently
blending of changing colors, From the purest shades of blue
To azure skies of crystalline hues
...
Moreover .. Opening landscapes .. More than ..
The rising sun. There's a song he hears playing .. Ever, through
The tops of trees .. Under clouds, the song continues ..

It whispers in the swaying grass .. it echoes over rolling fields

.. In the winds that blew in waves .. The immeasurable
Fluidity of sounds that became enveloping .. He closed his eyes
To embrace what filled his thoughts

.. Through his inner voice, he heard words of gentle whisperings
To him they spoke in wisdom's voice .. They burned upon his heart
They were to him, spoken words of untarnished truth

In his mind .. Where flowers bloomed in summer
As he sat at his desk .. Of his innermost thoughts he wrote upon
A passing cloud to send it sailing on a breeze

So time and space .. The universe .. The angels, who voices he heard
Their inner essence of light .. So they could see what he had written

A poem of depth from his very soul was what they saw
Of joy and of his pain .. Of darker things .. Of light so pure ..
He told of the sun, of the dawn, he spoke of falling rain

Of misery, of tragedies .. To the endless seasons of untold sorrows
In the growing years of grief he knew. He wrote ..

He sang of beauty, love undying. Enduring strength through
hardships bitter. He spoke of yearnings, of passions deep. Unshakable
faith .. Life's true meaning - Our beating hearts ..
God's will and our purpose

A plea he wrote .. To write into eternity, timeless verses
Ever into the planes of time .. Such words that shall remain forever
The substance of this grateful heart

To write of life's beauty, it's ever deepening truest meaning
To be ever timeless, to be remembered .. Immortal Poets

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