Embers mark your dying days; heat pastes brilliance to ruddy cheeks as you burn out – but what an ending! You go out with a bang, knowing that even Death cannot hold you long…
Embers mark your dying days;
heat pastes brilliance to ruddy cheeks
as you burn out –
but what an ending!
You go out with a bang,
knowing that
even Death
cannot hold you long…
Sounds like we were almost writing in cubicles right next to each other! God bless you abundantly this week coming up–love, Caddo
I’ll have to check yours out, then! 🙂
Oh, I was referring to today’s “Yes Lord Yes!”–my line about the day burning up as I see the Lord’s return in Glory (the clouds bursting into flame). And then I saw your “Embers”… I thought that was cool, kind of a “bonding” (not bondage) thing!! (Maybe our muses are closely related…)
Perhaps we are following some sort of angelic wavelength – a grace prismatic cyber-journey??
Ooooh, I love that!!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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