The Seventh Hour: Poetry & Art

"Order" - 9"x12" acrylic on canvas panel

Within the Seventh Hour,
the final trumpet sounded with resolute integrity

The Watchers gathered 
beneath its solemn echo 
for the span of three hundred miles

They were the Survivors of the Age,
ushered in on wings of progress and tragedy 
as the Great Light shown upon Them

And throughout the Worlds of Infinitude  
came the answering acknowledgement:


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