Oh, what a stench you were!
Oh, what a miracle to occur!
Your death had us all in tears,
As we reflected on your short lived years.
Little did we know, that you would be brought back to life,
His powerful words pierced us to the heart like that of a knife.
Our brother is alive again!
Doubt is so quick to cloud our minds and lead us into sin.
Oh, Death, you couldn't win this time!
Oh, Death, you will be served an eternal sentence for your crime!
Peeling of his grave clothes,
The demons racing away in droves.
He is alive! He is alive!
Now to serve the Savior, we will now strive!
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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That "death couldn't win this time" line feels like a mic drop!