Symphony Of The Forgiven Soul Poem by Antonio Liao

praise the heaven
above, singing the glorious
rhythm of the sky, whose
tail holds the wings of the angel for
joy

sound clears the highway to echo in
distance land;
as the melody of praise loud
to the heart of memories whose tangle
ears chorus to the unison of
yesteryear

the heaven belongs
to the heart
of peace, saddle with emptiness of
pure obedient to the Lord
of all kings; like the loads of strength
that call the sounds of the
trumpet of the meadow of rest...