Faithful and True
The sky burned scarlet and gold beyond the hills.
The rider moved forward,
steady upon his horse,
through stone, dust,
and the silence between prayer and answer.
Ahead,
upon the hill,
illumined beneath the blaze.
Heaven opened.
A white horse and rider:
faithful and true.
The path,
scarlet and gold,
beauty rising beside sacrifice.
Beneath it all,
the desires of the flesh
called from the world below.
And onward he went.
Like diamonds formed beneath pressure,
some gifts reveal themselves slowly.
More precious than diamonds
are the gifts revealed by grace,
the foundation upon which the cosmos was made.
— Scott L.
Baltimore Blessings
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