A small montage of Christians,
An unconfined truth rising free.
Our potential unchained.
Voices elevating over the glistening hills,
and above the tumbling silver clouds
Praise, Warmth, and Love offered on high.
Prayers soaring into the atomosphere.
A single golden ray,
Breaking forth an iridescent mosaic of colors.
Feelings overcoming all of comfort,
As an invisible protective hand encircles.
Calmness overtakes.
All there know.
Deliverance.
~Shana~
September 19th, 2001
