Risen.
The burden on body was gone,
setting free the soul whom was bound.
The spirit hovered over the death pale face,
that it had left without pain or thought,
and it saddened at the remembrance,
of those he'd left behind.
The girl whom he had loved,
he could not now take as wife,
yet he had loved her with all his strength..
The family who he had blessed,
would now be cursed.
His father old, and weary.
His mother lost in fear.
His brothers and sisters,
pulled down by the loss of their hero,
and the old miller he'd worked for grieved by the death of a friend.
The soul of this boy couldn't cry,
but the pain tore at him, and he could almost feel the bitter tears of earnest sorrow.
Never to see his friends,
Never to see his family,
Never again, to see the girl he loved.
He screamed inside, and pulled at the air,
wishing that the rain could stop,
that he could once again comfort them.
But over his screams, a gentle whisper was heard,
broken by shivering cries of sorrow,
a prayer.
A prayer from his Mother.
A prayer from the girl.
A prayer from the very earth around him,
that he would again be bound by his earthly body.
A prayer with the plea that his work was not done.
And a heavenly voice of wind, answering, “Yes.”
“Yes. He has work that must be done.”
His eyes fluttered open once again,
as if aroused from slumber.
The vision blurred, the user beheld the glory of faces that knew him.
Friends, family, and another man he didn't recognize.
He stood amidst the gathering, covering the room with light.
His face was so bright it disallowed viewing,
and the boy knew he was the only one who could see the majestic king of angels,
and the Savior of mankind.
He watched his Mothers trembling lips,
as they slowly let out out a tearful “Amen”,
and he smiled.
Now the tears he felt were real,
and he could finish his incomplete works.
“Amen.”
And I say, Amen.
I guess I, like that kid (whomever he was), was dead, but now am alive. Whatever.
Anyway:
Whats up Dogs? /Navy
I'm busy workin', but I'll start posting a little more regularly!
I got some awesome pictures from Valerie, but I've been too busy to mess with them.
Had my email go out for a few days, but it should be working now. For anybody that has sent me an email that I didn't respond to, send them to me again and I'll reply with some speedyness.... tomorrow.
Dad and I are going in to do a mensmeeting today, and I'm audio/video. Gotta keep everything running properly.
Yeah.
So, no coyote's yet, though a racoon that's been bothering us is no longer a problem.
It's nice not having Herman around, and we're going to make a fine horse out of Cowboy... so I hope.
We have to have somebody come trip Racer's hooves, or learn how to do it ourselves.
I guess the latter is a better option since it must be done every 6-8 weeks.
Yeah. Anyway, yawl have a blast, I'm gonna go. I'll be back later. Maybe.
;)
setting free the soul whom was bound.
The spirit hovered over the death pale face,
that it had left without pain or thought,
and it saddened at the remembrance,
of those he'd left behind.
The girl whom he had loved,
he could not now take as wife,
yet he had loved her with all his strength..
The family who he had blessed,
would now be cursed.
His father old, and weary.
His mother lost in fear.
His brothers and sisters,
pulled down by the loss of their hero,
and the old miller he'd worked for grieved by the death of a friend.
The soul of this boy couldn't cry,
but the pain tore at him, and he could almost feel the bitter tears of earnest sorrow.
Never to see his friends,
Never to see his family,
Never again, to see the girl he loved.
He screamed inside, and pulled at the air,
wishing that the rain could stop,
that he could once again comfort them.
But over his screams, a gentle whisper was heard,
broken by shivering cries of sorrow,
a prayer.
A prayer from his Mother.
A prayer from the girl.
A prayer from the very earth around him,
that he would again be bound by his earthly body.
A prayer with the plea that his work was not done.
And a heavenly voice of wind, answering, “Yes.”
“Yes. He has work that must be done.”
His eyes fluttered open once again,
as if aroused from slumber.
The vision blurred, the user beheld the glory of faces that knew him.
Friends, family, and another man he didn't recognize.
He stood amidst the gathering, covering the room with light.
His face was so bright it disallowed viewing,
and the boy knew he was the only one who could see the majestic king of angels,
and the Savior of mankind.
He watched his Mothers trembling lips,
as they slowly let out out a tearful “Amen”,
and he smiled.
Now the tears he felt were real,
and he could finish his incomplete works.
“Amen.”
And I say, Amen.
I guess I, like that kid (whomever he was), was dead, but now am alive. Whatever.
Anyway:
Whats up Dogs? /Navy
I'm busy workin', but I'll start posting a little more regularly!
I got some awesome pictures from Valerie, but I've been too busy to mess with them.
Had my email go out for a few days, but it should be working now. For anybody that has sent me an email that I didn't respond to, send them to me again and I'll reply with some speedyness.... tomorrow.
Dad and I are going in to do a mensmeeting today, and I'm audio/video. Gotta keep everything running properly.
Yeah.
So, no coyote's yet, though a racoon that's been bothering us is no longer a problem.
It's nice not having Herman around, and we're going to make a fine horse out of Cowboy... so I hope.
We have to have somebody come trip Racer's hooves, or learn how to do it ourselves.
I guess the latter is a better option since it must be done every 6-8 weeks.
Yeah. Anyway, yawl have a blast, I'm gonna go. I'll be back later. Maybe.
;)
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12:24 PM
