The edge of my roof and the light leaking through the blinds.
Moon forms a bond for the eyes below.
Heart feels the warmth and glow.
Why do we humans look for signs?
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Unfinished chapters call with new voices.
Gratitude continues to beckon.
Lighthouse welcomes and reckons.
Thinking about life and the Past’s choices.
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I’m glad the Savior came to seek.
He saved and made me whole.
His comfort, my soul cajoles.
His demeanor is humble and meek.
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Yeshua died for all and conquered darkness.
He filled our eyes and hearts with his love.
He looks upon us from above.
He demolished all the earth’s stale starkness.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (3)
That sure feels very reassuring. Loved it!
He demolished all the earth’s stale starkness.amazing Poets you written .❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
“Unfinished chapters call with new voices” is a beautiful line. The combination of old and new is inspiring