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Horizon 2017
Day 1 - Raindrops Fill this Empty House
An open door, a long time gone, Beholding a room, void and stale. A sense of absence in the home. Frozen. Except the wet drops trail On the window.
Eyes drawn to glass as water flows, But these silver streaks, not from rain. Tears, memories superimposed, Reflecting the decades of pain Caused by you.
Accursed violence through and through, That drew this gentle home apart.
A conflict old, acceptance new,
You permit us to disembark
Toward death.
A home once full of lively breath,
Now reeks of doubt, dread, and despair. But these tear-filled eyes still express, Bright hope for a future somewhere
Far from here.
Day 2 - Much Like a Car, You Can’t Outrun Life
The tips of her fingers,
Grasping for something that does not exist Anymore.
First it was triumph, accomplishment. And then?
The sickening crash.
A loss of limb or a loss of life?
A life not worth living without a limb.
Could she blame the driver for getting distracted? The doctors for not being there fast enough?
The gods for inflicting her with such a pain?
Or herself?
Her life flashed before her eyes:
A girl glowing with sweat,
Feet slapping against the pavement
As she carried herself into her promising future.
A sprinter at heart,
But even she couldn’t escape the hands of fate As her car spiraled out of control.
And now as she rested here,
All her glory and power meant nothing. Her source of strength was gone.
Life had outsped her. Put her in her place.
Despite the harshness of life.
The malice of fate... there is hope.
Legs can be replaced
And people who have fallen can get back up. To try again. Run again.
Day 3 - Sinners Need Not Apply
“So tell me a bit about yourself,
What brings you to this place?
I mean, obviously, you want some help, But for what do you plan to use His grace?”
“Oh, no. I’m actually here to apply,” I said with a nervous grin. “Didn’t you need more angels on high, To help guide the mortals from sin?”
The creature before me shifted.
Its disinterest turned to concern. “What makes you think you’re gifted To help the humans learn?”
“Language please, you mustn’t curse, I understand your point.
But what part of your vulgar verse, Makes you worthy to anoint?”
“Well you see, I was a man once, Quite a bad one, I have to admit. A lying, cheating, drinking dunce. My soul was like theirs, a pile of-”
I bit my lip and collected my thoughts, Then expressed thoughts fueled by desire. “I’m here, not in hell where sinners rot, I know the way through the mortal fire.”
“So you would advise your ward,
How to sin and still conquer hell? Instead of advising in ways of the Lord, And encouraging them to excel?”
“I’m sorry, good brethren,
But petty sinners need not Apply to be angels of heaven. For your morals are distraught.”
“No no no you’ve got me all wrong, I was merely trying to express. I know their ways, their truths, their song, I can lead them on the road to success.”
I wanted to beg, plead, and implore, But I felt I had been quite a bother. I looked to the angel once more, But it was looking at our Father.
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I beg to differ, I think it is grand,
That this mortal wishes to aid.
Grant him some wings, don’t force my hand, All are welcome in the Holy Parade.“”