At Last

The bridegroom awaits the appointed hour only the Heaven’s creator knows. The shofar will sound around the world and the Angels will shout, when the feast of trumpets is nigh. Those asleep beneath will wake and those alive will hear. His bride we are and soon we’ll wed caught up in the air to meet;…

Thanksgiving Prayer

Fall’s air settling cold outside swirling Autumn’s leaves around Cirrus clouds in nippy blue from drying cornfields cawing sound. Laughter comes from little ones at a scarecrow’s crooked hat Kinfolk gathering around with hot ciders in hands they chat. Late afternoon shadows long cabin’s door closing behind The hearth’s warm flickering flames embraces like a…

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