Eternal Echoes #573

Eternal Echoes In the quiet where eternity meets the tick of time, A truth, profound, in sacred rhyme: "God reigns not over the dead, but the living," A chorus of hope, forever giving. Feasts of joy, merriment in the air, For the brother once lost, now found in care. Alive again, from shadows freed, A celebration of life, from death's decreed. The prophet stands, in valleys deep, To the breath, he speaks, awakens sleep. "Come, O winds, from corners four, Breathe life into these bones, forevermore." And as the last days dawn, bright and clear, A promise made, for all to hear: "My Spirit shall pour, on young and old, Visions and dreams, in my fold." "To me, all are alive," the scriptures sing, From Isaiah to John, hope they bring. A message of life, eternal, divine, In this poem, a reflection of the sacred line. May these words, in your heart, find a place, A reminder of love, grace, and embrace. For in the presence of the Divine, so wide, We find ourselves alive, side by side. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 15, 2024)