In the Garden of Whispering Shadows #574

In the Garden of Whispering Shadows In the timeless embrace where the divine meets days, A truth echoes deep, through the universe's maze. "Not a God of the dead," so the sacred voices say, In Mark, Matthew, and Luke, this truth does lay. A feast for the lost, now found, in joy we partake, For the brother once dead, now alive, for Heaven's sake. A celebration of life, from the shadows, we awake, In the warmth of grace, our eternal journey we make. The prophet stands, in the valley where silence reigns, To the breath, he speaks, amidst the lifeless plains. "From the winds, come forth," a divine command sustains, To infuse the dead with life, where God's love remains. As the last days dawn, a promise on the wind, so light, The Spirit will descend, turning darkness into bright. Visions for the young, dreams for the old, a sight so right, Salvation for all who call on the Lord, their beacon in the night. In scripture's weave, from Isaiah to Revelation's end, A narrative unfolds, where life and eternity blend. "To God, all are alive," this message, let us send, A promise of eternal life, on which our souls depend. This poem, a reflection on the essence of our being, A reminder of the promise, beyond what we're seeing. To live in light of truth, in love's eternal freeing, For to God, all are alive, in His eternal decreeing. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 15, 2024)