De Novo Poem by Brett White

Some things are not dead; they refuse to die,
Even with broken wings, they learn to fly.
Defying fate, God uplifts their brave souls,
Bruised, knocked about and flayed*, now burning coals.

That which has embraced death but gave not up,
Shall I tell thee, in Elysian fields sup.
Resting forever on Abraham's chest,
Enjoying the irises' bloom by a bird's nest.

Remember that to dust we shall return;
So cleanse thyself now of iniquity's burn.
For the eyes of the Divine behold all,
And His Grace is present when the meek call.

For pride, lust, and greed are demons on earth.
Multiplying like wind, they shall give birth
To more ills than Dante's nightmare's conceive;
Every word and deed counts you'd better believe.

For that which is Holy cannot be confounded;
And in a second can leave the world astounded.
Dreams of Divine fire utterly consume me,
Whispering, "Fulfill God's Will for Eternity."