Fly to God

Poem & Sounds by Ebony Hoorn

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 Fallen echoes of supreme yearning

Masquerade as false pillars of light.

Who but you could grant me

That which I so deeply seek?

Unseen, yet I feel your love,

Threading through my very being.

Released from ropes once bound to a nind

Desperate to grasp, to cling, to know —

Yet it knows its final breath

Will shatter all,

And all that remains is your luminous light.

— Ebony Hoorn

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