A thing of beauty

No, this is not by John Keats. You can find that here.



A thing of beauty

A thing of beauty
Could not easily pass…
Even an angel’s smile
It could surpass.

A frail rose, a white dove,
Eternal beauty…
Symbols of endless love…
Protecting them is your duty.

Red lightning, bright light,
Candles in the wind…
Signs of redemption
For all those who sinned.

Though threatened by visions of demons,
Shadowed by the cloak of death,
Thou shall never die…
Love has not given its last breath.

Remember…
At Dawn’s first chime,
Both Love and Hate were created.
Equal in strength, they endured throughout time.

God and Satan
Over a human’s heart fought,
To destroy one or another.
It was all for naught.

None prevailed,
For both still endure…
Now make your choice,
Your heart is still pure.

A thing of beauty,
One with an angel’s face,
Touched by
God’s overwhelming grace…

Is you!