The Light Beyond the Veil

Upon the brow where mercy rests,
Salvation shines in golden crests.
Compassion flows, and stillness speaks,
Where Christ uplifts the worn and weak.

His Spirit moves through starry seas,
A wind that stirs the ancient trees.
Through love, not wrath, His truth is sown—
He claims the lost and makes them known.

He comes to those in deepest night,
To shame-bound souls, He brings delight.
He turns the pain, the heavy past,
To sacred songs that ever last.

He drives away the creeping dread,
And speaks new strength where hope had fled.
No shadow stands where He is near—
His voice alone dissolves all fear.

Above the world, beneath the stars,
He leads His saints through cosmic scars.
From galaxy to glowing flame,
They bear His love, they bear His name.

Each servant chosen, each heart refined,
With purpose set by hands divine.
No death can claim the soul set free,
For Christ has claimed eternity.

Darkness hides from holy fire,
Its grip undone by pure desire.
Yet in the void where silence dwells,
The Mother guards the sacred wells.

With moonlight soft and mercy wide,
She watches where the saints abide.
No lie within her gentle grace—
She holds the gates, she keeps the place.

And Christ, the Shepherd of the dawn,
Walks paths where midnight stars are drawn.
His pack behind, His fire ahead,
He leads the living, wakes the dead.

Together bound—Son, Spirit, Flame,
And Mother strong who bore His name.
They move through forests, thorns, and stone,
Till none of His are left alone.

And when the soul is cast in trial,
The Holy One walks every mile.
He sends His wolves, His stars, His might,
To guide the chosen into light.

So let the dragons rise and rage—
The Lord still writes the final page.
His breath is fire, His word is seed,
He answers not with wrath, but need.

Choose life, O soul, and drink it deep,
Where rivers of His mercy sleep.
No serpent’s tongue, no ghostly lie
Can sever love or crucify.

For Christ has crushed the gate of night,
And turned all death to blazing light.
In Him, the veil is torn, undone—
The war is over. Love has won.