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The Long Ride Home

Silver Wind
06/27/2005 12:22 PM
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The Long Ride Home
The Long Ride Home

Itīs been a long ride,

a strange trip along a path

of dead bones and lucid dreams.

Standing firm on the vast reality

of lifeīs lurid illusion

we grasp the nothing before us

when what we thought was truth

melts beneath our hopes.

The Lord created this world

for the purpose of Choice,

a purpose of deciding

whether we prefer His Eternity

on the strength of rock,

or this finite illusion

in the weakness of sand.

Many spiritual ills infected my life

in this deception, this illusion.

Temptations beyond measure

emptied my soul to a crowded wasteland.

The illusion caught me well:

thrilled me, pleased me,

filled me and teased me,

all the while hiding its lies.

Satan wants us to enjoy the long ride

and to look back at the journey

as if the value of life was behind us

and the meaning of life was in travel.

Satan offers a golden ring,

one that is seen

and will last the length of breathing.

The ring of this illusion

lies with its visibility,

causing many to value

that which canīt be kept.

But, though The Lord asks us to believe

in that which canīt be seen,

He promises a ring that canīt be stolen,

wonīt rust nor fade and will last eternally.

Some say itīs foolish

to reach for the unseen,

but I question the wisdom of those

who reach for that which they canīt keep.

What is the value of the sum

of Time and Space and Matter

when its purpose is

shrouded in a lie

just this side of the end of its own road?

What is the value of life

when its purpose is bedded

in its unguarranteed length?

Itīs been a long ride...home.

Andrew D. Festa
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12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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The Conqueror

Death, ever hungry
prowls across the earth
dedicated to draining
life from humanity.

We hear the hoofbeats.

Menace Incarnate
Pale rider of the skies
sorrow and sickness
are your minions.

We refuse to surrender.

Swift murdering thief
Cancer of the world
you steal the body
from mankind.

Your hunt is not eternal.

Victorious for a
short season longer
youīll know what it means
to be hunted.

The Conqueror is coming for you.

Because He lives, we can say,
"Death, where is thy sting?"
sentenced by your very nature
you shall be the last to perish.

Death shall be no more.

Christina Lake
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12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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