Poems About Salvation の小説・ストーリー

"We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!" I forced my mouth into something resembling a smile and ruffled his hair. "Still kicking, kid. Don't believe everything the TV tells you. I’m out of here tomorrow." "We brought you the good stuff," a girl whispered, shoving a handful of crumpled, colorful hard candies into my palm. "The Don gave them out to celebrate the Savior. We saved the cherry ones for you. They’re the best." The sugar hit my tongue, cloyingly sweet, a stark contrast to the bitter metallic tang that had lived in my throat since the Wall. I hugged them, their small, warm bodies a brief shield against the reality waiting outside.

Kai doesn’t. Kai just moves. Because the sea taught him something early. If you wait to feel ready, you drown.

Sealed by fate, a tragic end, Scattered far, no place to mend. We sought refuge, hidden deep, But Saffron Veil hunts while others sleep. Diminished slow, day by day, In souls alone, we find our way. Blessed be our path through pain, Through storms and hardship, loss and rain. A field of flowers, vast and true, Yet madness grows where lies accrue. Will you stand strong through storm’s fierce roar, Or let the depths consume you more? When power rises on tidal waves, It’s yours to shape, to rebuild and save.

The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine. When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise

“Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.” William Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1 PROLOGUE

All of us stand up and start singing, " Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found Was blind but now I see Was Grace that taught my heart to fear And Grace, my fears relieved How precious did that Grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and snares We have already come T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far And Grace will lead us home And Grace will lead us home Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind but now I see Was blind, but now I see. "Samantha black would like to say a few words before we all leave for the burial of Iris Collins." I stan

“But know that I am not your saviour.” A hush fell, broken only by the distant echo of the warhorn. “I am your last storm.” Her words drifted like embers into the dark, into forests, into forgotten cities, into the dreams of the lost and the hopeful alike. And into dust, where every choice finds its grave.

A black scroll unfolded in the air from nowhere. It seemed to appear every time Grip and I were close. Conor Murray, George Smith, and Beatrice Rendon’s names were engraved on a piece of black paper. “Why is it written in red?” I poked the scroll but my finger just got through it. “The heavens is making you choose.” He swayed his hand and the scroll disappeared. “Who will you save, Serra?” He faced me wearing his stern face. I lifted my chin and firmly replied, “all of them.”

Like a goddess fallen from the sky. Like a salvation, I never deserved. After that... I saw only darkness.

And for one terrifying second… All I could think was—Is this going to be my last day, God? ----------------------------------