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A word, breathlessly whispered
Mentioned on the hiss of a sigh.
Softly carressing the folds of the
Sound, falling deep into the eye
Of a long melody. Tragically, it seems
That the melody was not to be.
For if it was not a mistake
It still seemed like one to me.

Up lifted on the wings of a sad
Melody, it finds survival in the host
Of melancholy memorials and
Unwitting hauntings by specoral ghost.
If only a gasp, a sigh, and a hope
Was leveled like a charge of disdain
Then seeing, not believing, would
Respect the end of my soul’s stain.

Alas, it was not my choice to make
Or even to close my eyes and pretend
That someone would listen to me scream
When hope has reached its end.
And all you have left is the whispered
Voice of the long, sad melody.
The tragic reminder of what was lost
When you were lifted up for me.

A blink of the eye
A slight of hand
No one can see
Through black canopy
Dirt, brick, and sand
To replace your last sigh.

Did you ever gaze
To the clouds drifting by?
It’s a beauty so complete
It doesn’t even have to compete
To catch the eye
Even in the last of our days.

We are Fallen on Earth
But not for eternity
For the day shall arrive
When we shall survive
Unchained and set free
Complete in new birth.

But that day is soon near
Though the path is quite long
When in the midst you stand
Seeking the Father’s hand
So your heart can sing the song
That your soul longs to hear.

Fallen no more.

Some people stop and question why
The universe is the way it is.
Perhaps these things have some hidden meaning
Deep inside
Where no one looks.

But some things are more plain
Than others could ever be.
Like how some things are worth
What others
Are not.

So perhaps there is something
That you might feel inside
Something worth fighting for
And possibly
To give it all for nothing.

Maybe others feel this way
And maybe they realize
That this life is worth the fight.
For you
And for me as well.

When all life’s tragedies unfold
Upon the face of past glory
Perhaps then the story may be told
Of better things than history
But all these things may never be
Because indifference just can’t see.

If all my life was counterfit
Perhaps then this would make some sense
But alas I fear what lies have knit
May obscure all from whence
They came; to stumble on the fact
Sometimes it’s better just to act.

They say Fortune favors the bold
But unless I am mistaken now
The bold habitually never grow old
Because they all expire somehow.
And many years will pass them by
Before the world knows that they die.

They try to get Triumph in their grasp
But it’s Defeat they feel inside
When shuddering with last breath they gasp
“Perhaps it’s time I do confide
That what my life was worth before
I see now never mattered more

Than when I gave it all away
And felt the loss through to my soul
And even now I fear the day
When God will judge me by the whole
Of what actions I never did
And those deeds I wish were hid.”

Perhaps “mercy” cannot explain
The fullness of what Blood has wrought
To cleanse life with a crimson stain
So the flesh can be forgot
Without a spot, standing pure;
To finally know that you’re secure.