The Last Hope
Lustful flames roared with such intensity
Devouring the essence of endlessness
Leading to the arc of restlessness,
That was where he was found.
Burnt in the rubble of a distant glaze
The remnants of this life left behind.
In temptations curse, blood had seeped
Burning flesh underneath the boards of desire
The emptiness sprinting valiantly
Within hope given among the hearts
Of a mortal man that,
Through the wreckage fell apart
With every gift of love’s
Sweet embrace or divine presence
Among the rock of perseverance
Love itself long lost to these flames
That sanctified the day.
Giving away what all he had
The hopeful fate that redemption read
Aloud I knew that I was nothing
Yet then knowing he had nothing
I exceeded as if I had something
All the feelings of perpetuities
Tied in death’s grim corpse
Uplifting your void and beauties
The greatness of blasphemy
Reigning down in supremacy.
Regaining consciousness I focused will on
My future fastened for his life
Everything he had to surrender
Was containing the last hope he contained
Within his sweaty hands and smoke filled lungs
Deaths’ shallow embrace swallowed this hero
If angels had any idea
Of the sacrifice this man had made
They would bow their heads in shame
And feel lame for the tears they would cry
With pain living within their God-given hearts
For in his hands lied a little infant
Born of a father that died last bearing his own child
That was his son
And as he lay
Pleading for life
Cradled in his father’s arms
I bare no false witness that this warrior prevailed
Yet willingly gave his life out of love for his son
To live and prosper
I know not the intensions of this man
But as I took the child from his crisped flesh
I realized that this little boy had a sudden glow
An aura that gave him light…