Jun 192012
In the morning…
Let not dark death glory yet
In the taking of our kin
We shall be made celestial bodies
We shall hold their hands and cry for joy
In the morning our saints arise
The belly of the beast rules the beast
So maul, devour and tint in crimson
Till our fruit be cast a-young
We sail past the stars, we are eagles in flight
We’ll arrive in a day.
So, do not glory yet, darkly death
Do not laugh aloud or gloat away
In the morning, the sun arises in our midst
Our faces shall beam, shall turn upwards
Your hunger, never again to be satisfied
It will be your turn to die!
(In loving memory of Dana Air crash victims. And for their families).
O DEATH WHERE IS THY STING? FOR THE LAST ENEMY THAT SHALL BE DESTROYED IS DEATH.
INDEED DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY. THANK YOU FOR SHARING @omojola God bless.
Sambright, thanks a lot for reading and commenting.mwe shall overcome.
Hmmm, in d morning. Hmmm….I don’t know what else to say. Seems ds Dana aircrash hit too many people too much….
Laugh. We have stiffer issues looming though.
I like this!
Me too. Lol. Thanks.
Eeyah…
My sentiments exactly.
Nice…
This is nice. Nice one @omojola
Thanks brother
Thanks man
Just sighs and more sighs…
Nice.
Thanks, it is well…
This is nice. I like the language and choice of words.
Thankie Chemo
With hope I say, “may the morning come.”
Nice poem.
It will brother…
this is so lifting, encouraging and indeed soothing for our wounded hearts – we wait the dawn of the morning, God bless you
Amen brother, thanks for reading.
Hope in the lines! Thank you for believing and for reminding us that we will hold their hands again when we too shall assume celestial glory like them.