His Arms
In the end
there is only
one truth
In the end
one Voice
coming through
In the end
a chorus
of joy
In the end
His love
to employ
In the end
alone
with my thoughts
In the end
no longer
distraught
In the end
all fortune
beholds
In the end
His arms
— to enfold
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2025)
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Philosophical meditation on divine truth and spiritual resolution
Moderate density; repetitive structure with layered spiritual concepts
Predominantly positive: joy, love, peace, comfort in divine embrace
Moderate; meditative repetition creates calm intensity, not explosive
Eight lines; falls in 7-15 range
Metaphor of voice and chorus; personification of arms; emblematic imagery
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective first-person spiritual reflection
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