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February 1987

 

the skies were red

crimson borne on tears

a flaming, sky borne pyre

over empty, silent halls

silver where bloody skies subside

silent service

for a world

for a life

for a king

 

beneath and bright

on rain damp stone

flames entwine with lace

silent on the wall they lie

drop cloth for the God

 

a living veil replaces

one destroyed

 

as we denied the Son

the sun itself will praise Him

 


The Skies were Red
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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