Grace-Filled Wings (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 149

photo by Boris Smokrovic via Unsplash

Mid-holiday heart-storms interrupted gratitude, expectant hopes of Season…

But, on startlingly exquisite grace-filled wings, merciful God sent fresh Holy wind…

Madness and mourning, dark-long-night, melted with frost in JOY a-dawning.

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“In his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Psalm 30:5, King James Version

“For You have been my help, And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.” Psalm 63:7, New American Standard Bible

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Soul Assault

Scott’s Daily Prompts combined…links throughout poem.

Seemingly no pause in pressure

Double-down assault from Hell

The Enemy, Liar-Thief, pays no

Respect, regard…feels only

Antipathy for faithful soul…

He toils, gleeful zealot, takes

No breaks, scoffs at holidays

Guffaws as I convulse in sore

Frenetic paralysis…eyelids close

Against night which is more

Than mere darkness endless

Yearning for escape, begging God

To snip heart-string tethering

Lead-weighted frame to Earth…

No longer encumbered by

Numbered harrowing yesteryears

Short faux-hope tomorrows

Let me, footloose, fly

Higher than gilt horizon

Homeward-gleaming

December’s twilight sky.

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