We March On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina Chap. Eight

We March On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina Chap. Eight https://allpoetry.com/poem/16635027-We-March-On.-.-.-21st-Century-Love-During-a-Time-of-Violence-Wayn-by-Seah-Ray A cloudless sky overhead stars welcomed Sabrina her congregation of friends old/young peers exiting Latino Flair a family restaurant amid smiles, congratulations, cheers for not only passing her finals graded high but with a paper plus video highlighting creation which also diminished her fear of public speaking all praises on Jah she did totally rely since also through his theocratic school of which she'd been a part of for years edified her to this point as she'd studiously with her father to this course adhered. (Though never to graduate as always learning, adapting with no levels to climb or goal of ever attaining tiers or even being held back demoted to rears. Left behind.) Remembering him now almost brought her to tears. She hurriedly said her 'good-byes' before unrestrained her emotions to rain to spill she quickened her steps to just over the hill promising to let them know the second she arrives although, her heart starts to race as she passes by his resting place at a leisurely pace knowing: "Now he's just ashes. Once alive with a handsome kind face." Sabrina remembered the account of Lazarus about him Jesus said: "“Lazarus our friend has fallen asleep, but I am traveling there to awaken him.” Then Martha's words to Jesus those 2, 000 years, a long time ago about her beloved brother before he was raised from the dead: "“I know he will rise in the resurrection on the last day.”" Referring to our time period just shortly ahead. "And I have hope toward God, which hope these men also look forward to, that there is going to be a resurrection of both the righteous and the unrighteous."* So in her head to her dear father these words from a poem she quoted: Young men, you tender virgins, those stillborn in death too Sweet sleep your gentle passage 'til called in glorious renew your days to endless splendor your feet through golden sands; though now: a time of danger anxiety for imperfect man. Yes, sweet your sleep, you'll not remember; as rising suns chase settling moons seventy/eighty years the living mourning in cycles crying these shortened spans.* * She unlocks her door then immediately texts her friends although, thinking she'd be alone with mom at work she'll through her dad's things freely roam. When entering his library she'd almost dropped to her knees unexpected a figure in the window highlighted by the moon her mom almost had her to the floor in a heavy ugly swoon. Her fright caused her to suddenly sneeze. "Oh, querida!... Desculpe me." Her mom to Sabrina did flee. "I didn't mean to frighten you." She amazingly squeezed her. "No, mom. I'm okay. I just didn't you see. Thought I was alone in the house. That you'd gone to work to return about 3." "No, Sabrina, you see, today it's extremely difficult for me. Your father and I,... on this date, met. Eu sou muito triste." She starts to immediately weep. Almost melts to her feet. Sabrina leads her to his leather chair placed in front of the fireplace. She lit a log sat on the ottoman with her fingers laced waiting for her mom if she inclined to suddenly share. Sabrina wanted to reach out her hand to replace behind her ears her long straight black hair with each new day more silver strands but she just sat with her in darkness knowing this was more comfortable for her mom shy beyond measure before eyes staring to peer. "Sabrina, I know you miss him as much as I do. What keeps you going? How each day you live steadily through? I wish I knew or had the faith of you two. All of these years, money mattered to me more. Why I sent you to school. To acquire. To be inspired more to procure. Now I have it... it means so much less without him anymore walking through that door." Her head drops onto her shaking arms as she sobs quaking Sabrina to her already sensitive core. "Please, mom." she implores, "let me show you what I daily live for." She takes out her phone clicks Isaiah 25:8 and begins to relate what Jehovah promises to obedient mankind in their tragic mourning state: ""He will swallow up death forever, And the Sovereign Lord Jehovah will wipe away the tears from all faces. The reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth, For Jehovah himself has spoken it." Here's another mom, let's read what Revelation 21:4 has to say: "And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.” Mom, God's word has value. Is of precious worth. It helps me through stress, death and life." Her mother raises her weary head to hear more of what the Bible said. "You mean in heaven is of what it speaks?" Sabrina again repeats: "The former things have passed away.” "Former things" as to where they once were before. Death in heaven, mom?" she asks gently. "No, never, for sure. Notice what Isaiah 26:18 promises: "“Your dead will live. My corpses will rise up. Awake and shout joyfully, You residents in the dust! For your dew is as the dew of the morning, And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life." Come back to life on earth, Mom! True, there is a resurrection to heaven, but for only a few who will reign as 'kings and priests with Christ' over an earth renewed their work to do." Sabrina almost wept with joy for this opportunity which ensued. A chance to help her mother learn what helped bond her with her earthly father but more importantly with her heavenly Father too...TO BE CONT'D Can the dead live again? https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2016009#h=9:0-18:166 What Is the Resurrection? The Bible’s answer https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/502014163 © 35 minutes ago, Lucretia McCloud teen • hope • love • society • sad • rhyme