Our praises rise. We all concur.
The golden true light shines and we
remember all, the way things were.
Forgive—we do—each enemy.
No secret shadows hide today.
Forgive us, too, both you and me.
Now every tear that turned life gray,
that smeared our pasts into a blur,
He’s wiped away, He’s wiped away.
Previously posted in Poet’s Corner.
I was thinking of Revelation 21:4, Revelation 7:17 and Isaiah 25:8.

Comforting poem, Frank. Thanks for sharing this.
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Thank you, Dan!
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So thankful it is all wiped away. Great poem.
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Thank you, Michael!
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Amen!!
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Thank you!
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We hold on to His promises. 🙏
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We do. Thank you, Cassa!
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Amen! On THAT day, we will “all concur” and what a day that will be. Praise God!
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It will be a wonderful day! Thank you, Dora!
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The 3 tercets and the interlocking rhyme scheme remind me of the Trinity.
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I hadn’t thought of that, but you’re right. The rhyme scheme interlocks those tercets. I am glad you pointed that out. Thank you, Jenna!
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So cool you got to visit the Promise land!
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It will be wonderful. Thank you, Jim!
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=)
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