Where Is Thy Sting

Where Is Thy Sting?

It’s appointed us all once to meet
With the brief earthly mover of spirit.
Though we listen, we seldom can hear it
So softly stalk death’s noiseless feet.

Yet, as stars that blink wide-eyed at night
Only seem to fade shut with the dawn…
We will glisten, though likewise pass on
From the earth to the Heavens, as bright.

(Hos.13:14 – Dan.12:3)

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