When the chorus of a thousand angels sing

in preparation of this day,

hope begins anew

as darkened souls meet the light



When those sweet voices meet deafened ears

sealed off for far too long,

the last best and only chances bloom

like a rose in that neglected garden



When men living on the wrong side of right

cast off old demons and paled memories,

all that was complicated becomes clear

as glorious melodies fill the world with redemption




photo: mine



prompts: CodedVStory 126, WyldeVerse 94, MadVerse 526, 534, 538