Redemption is on the horizon.
Fear eclipses truth
Logic demands proof
Confess before it’s too late
The end is nigh
For you — for me
Tempests of destruction — we
Nothing gained, nothing lost
Yet we will pay the lofty cost
Fires of the mind burning hot tonight
Flickers of atonement within sight
Limited Atonement.
“Redemption certain or
Redemption none
It’s predestination
Foreknown by
The One”
Or is it?
Fear is the essence of the unknown
Logic is an absolute and will be
Confess that you fear the unknown will relieve some of the fear
The end will come when it’s time
For all it will be as it should
Tempests of destruction —we can avoid if we have truth
Nothing ventured nothing gained or lost
Yet we will pay cost if the venture is untrue
Fires of the mind help us discover the truth
Atonement will result in the truth
Thoughts of “The Old Man”
WOW, I am humbled and honored by your words, sir! Thank you for such a wonderful and thoughtful comment! How beautiful.
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Beautiful poem.
Your line “Fires of the mind” reminds me of a quote from Dostoevsky about lighting a fire in the minds of men.
👌👌👌✒🌹 the script played a thousand times, yet every time it was the first time
“Nothing gained, nothing lost”. Wonderful poetry shared dear Eleanor. Hello from Michigan and I agree.
If atonement were necessary, who hath it within their reach? The purveyors of atonement make their offers on the street corners, but their cries are drowned by wisdom who beckons all to receive her and live forever.
Layde Eleanor, thou art a genius indeed. Thank you for the challenging share. Blessings, peter.
Oh, Peter. Thank you for your fantastic comment! I don’t know about genius! I’m not the one who so succinctly spoke of atonement in a single sentence! That. That is talent! I admire and respect the mind that these words flow from. Iron sharpens iron, my friend.
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You Lil Dickens 
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