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Heaven's Pull Grows Strong
We are chained to earth,
By our hopes, dreams, appetites,
And loved ones still here.
But the bonds weaken,
As we experience loss,
Of those we most love.
Eventually,
Heaven wins the tug of war,
As grief seeks release.
And spirit flies free,
Its chains snapped by heaven's pull,
Towards those we love.
Thus we fallen rise,
If our lives made us worthy,
By the Grace of God.
Lonely, lost no more,
Open arms awaiting us,
To welcome us home.
By our hopes, dreams, appetites,
And loved ones still here.
But the bonds weaken,
As we experience loss,
Of those we most love.
Eventually,
Heaven wins the tug of war,
As grief seeks release.
And spirit flies free,
Its chains snapped by heaven's pull,
Towards those we love.
Thus we fallen rise,
If our lives made us worthy,
By the Grace of God.
Lonely, lost no more,
Open arms awaiting us,
To welcome us home.
Published 13th Jun 2024
Author's Note
From Echoes of Dawn at Dusk (C) 2021.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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- Edited 19th Dec 2024 5:45pm
14th Jun 2024 00:28am
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14th Jun 2024 4:28am
It is less about age for me than it is about losing too many loved ones, something that is natural as we get older but no easier to deal with. I was old when young and never afraid of death with or without an afterlife, though I believe and hope for the latter. Thanks for the feedback. Appreciated.
