The winged horse of the apocalypse

Awakening poem

 

Images speak to the eyes,

They tell what mine sees

And these aren’t lies…

 

 

If I could express

how I feel today,

It would be like this,

A winged horse of the Apocalypse,

 

 

Stripped off the flesh,

nothing but bones

One thing to say :

Carrying my wings,

In a Glorious way.

 

 

Stricken, not beaten,

Wearing my crown,

Goodness is victorious

At the end of times !

 

 

If you believe, 

And I know Who You Are,

Be strong, We are One,

We’ve come this far…

 

 

God has spoken :

“What Love has bound,

Will come to pass,

May Peace prevail on earth

at last”

 

 

Wiena 

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