The Living One
By Zoe Biswas
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His hair was snow white,
His eyes blazed fire through the night.
In his hand he held seven stars,
Out of his mouth a double-edged sword, so sharp.
Falling dead at his feet
I was not worthy of the gold which he should speak.
His face shining
Brilliant as the sun
The sound of rushing waters
Has begun.
He declares that
He is
The Living One,
The First and the Last;
The battle is won.
All shall see him
Coming through the clouds
But some will mourn
Those who pierced him,
Poured out scorn.
And some will turn to Him
With unveiled face,
Asking that His glory
Fill this place.
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