Glorious Panacea

The sun shines behind Mountains,
washing over us, a fountain,
a great comfort and source of hope,
from the loving One who cuts the ropes.

You've revealed the lie
I've lived for a while,
and I'd rather die,
than see It's twisted smile.

Shine your golden light
through my life,
through the lifeless Night,
and break its stabbing knife.

Quicker than one could blink,
a new life you've made.
You've made me shrink,
and my problems fade.

You've healed my wounds
and stayed the poison,
you rose new moons
despite what I've chosen.

poem by Soren Valentine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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