Friday, July 13, 2012






Saints and sinners all alike 
Do we make of thee our bed.
Stripped of death do we shed our outer trappings 
To reveal what one does deem 
His inner soul's most holy dream.


Nowhere else canst it be said 
That man's true self is ever dead;
Dead to dreams that sparkle through one's life existence 
'til like new,
One wakens from the sleep of death.


To come alive to visions true,
To take one's place in God's good Grace,
To make a stand for one's holy land -
A land of love that takes one's hand
And leads to light and visions bright.

2 comments:

  1. Really beautiful !!! Loved it :-)

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  2. Thank you so much! You are the first visitor to Uriel's Message. For some reason I had very very few visitors when I only had blogs with blogspot - but now with Wordpress, and including my other blogs on the WP blogroll, I'm starting to have visitors.

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