Rise
Rise
Verily, God does not create anything in vain…Not even a love that dwells in the secret garden of the heartremains invisible to all but the eyes purified by sacred tears.
For even the end is not truly an end
only a breath held between the lines,
a pause in the music
before the melody dares to rise again.
The end will rise
like dawn breaking through
the bruised sky of yesterday,
bringing a silent continuation
That turns into a deeper song.
We will not fade into dust,
Nor will our voices become
just pages turned and forgotten.
It will live in the hearts never named,
never seen, never heard
until my voice becomes unheard,
And your courage becomes untamed.
So let this end be a beginning.
Let it rise, again and again,
as long as there is breath to speak
and darkness to be pierced
by even the smallest flame.
We will write until time bows
And eternity takes our side.
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