Living in the belly of the beast,
rising up from the vacant grave,
reaching towards the light from the East,
an angel from Heaven appears,
with a mission to save.
Crying out from a land of tears,
dying to ourselves every day,
casting away all of our fears,
gaining ground over the years,
as the enemy retreats the other way.
Opening up to the possibility,
of hope becoming permanently ingrained,
indelible as ink, on a deed of civility,
or the silver lining of a cloud,
that is translucent with sunbeams.
The sunflowers in the land of the living,
sway in tune with a heavenly chorus of angels,
and a myriad of people singing
the refrain of the song of Moses,
shining like golden bells.