A Triumph Poem by Elisha Wall

A Triumph

Rating: 5.0

The accolade reassures
I grapple on, steadfast,
Draining, the heat in my temple
Burns a thousand strokes of fire.
A cheerful voice uplifts my spirit
'Fight in the power of God. Endure!
My wearied heart regain momentum.
while breaking threads climax,
and the blazing flow of neurons
wreck deceased in my pallid body.
In death I see the revelation fulfilled
For stardom of unrivalled victory.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
Loyd C Taylor Sr 14 January 2015

Now this is a spiritually charged poem with wide spread encouragement and hopeful acknowledgement of God's power! It is one which deserves meditation... victory in the end! Well done poet friend. Loyd C Taylor, sr

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Valsa George 14 January 2015

When we fight in the power of God, we are sure to become conquerors! In a meditative moment, perhaps a revelation can 'uncloak' and stardom comes to us! Enjoyed this beautiful poem with deeper spiritual dimensions!

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Lyn Paul 02 February 2015

Your pen goes well beyond the paper. A Triumph indeed. Thank you

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Evensong 21 January 2015

You remind me of the metaphysical poets of the Elizabethan era, such phenomenal power of expression from your young hand.

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Clarence Prince 20 January 2015

Uplift, a cheerful voice Fight, in the power of God True, it's only by God's power victory will achieve! Well done, L. E. O!

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Babatunde Aremu 20 January 2015

Great! Victory belongs to Jehovah. Keep the pen flowing

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Phillip Joshua Jimenez 19 January 2015

Hallelujah! Indeed, by God's grace alone can we be victorious over all the hardships of this life. Soli Deo Gloria!

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