Watched from afar
by loving eyes of grace.
Angels stand silently
at attention holding space.

Ragged breaths float
into the fading twilight.
Limp soft hands
and open eyes without sight.

At God’s command
quietly the angels step back.
Swords are dropped
onto heaven’s floor – clack!

Cold and alone
shivering to barely stand.
The path before
leads into undiscovered lands.

Walking slowly away
into the solid darkness ahead.
Trusting paths unknown
through whispering shadows we tread.

An eternal light
will shine into our night’s black.
If we choose to see
our future can be taken – back!

Answers lie unspoken
as new dreams emerge and begin.
Resting in stories
told of magic and truth without end.

~Mark Schutter ©2016

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