Moon splits the silence,
with wonder and The Sword,
not allowing another word in edgewise.
He doesn’t tolerate the lies,
but holds to reflecting The Son and detecting Satan’s treachery.
Be healed, twisted oak!
Taste revival, Fire, with a prodding poke!
He doesn’t forget the Word of Life,
which the Stars hum behind stage.
They all recall far too well,
that they were spoken into existence and in their own glorious manner, their story, they live to tell!
Remnant of creation,
fights faithfully, full of unabashed undulating elation!
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Deep and well-worded!
Wow! The bolded subjects were a nice touch on this piece as well! :) Looking forward to more.
I love this! Very well written, and I’m a huge fan of the bolded subjects, as well as the alliteration in that last line! Fantastic poem!
" reflecting the Son" - epic line right there... and the Sword 😊😁this is a really nice take on Creation.
Wow! This was truly brilliant!!!!!!!!!
This one soars! Feels like a battle cry wrapped in poetry—bold, fiery, and filled with reverence.Pure, undiluted power!