Were born for surviving as made of tough stuff. Not even the changes in life can deter to dismay.
Walking within shadows give a more reassuring path. Than to tread where light bring out where dust had settled.
Being put on a pedestal do not determine outcomes by how high the plinth is. More for how loudly can be heard to speak across minds.
Blessed by angels that hold together the pillars of strength. That only when those angels leave will the place fall.
Sometimes that book has finally closed. Only those of great knowledge can turn the pages that now are of stone. There will be others who will appear with hissing tongues. Their diversion will be their own chaos to become confused in.
In the forest; the wonders of the world have an ongoing ponder. A monument or object that exists with a surreal sense. Something but not knowing what reason it is for being there. To discover that secret will be as piercing as a spear. Or the fire from a dragon to suddenly scorch the mind. It will be life changing to uncover that histories mystery.
St. Luke Ch.1:V.78 " - Through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us,"
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