Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

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

"Broken. I found you and healed you. Gave you purpose." *Or stole it,* my heart whispered. *Stole it and replaced it with chains.* "And I fell in love with you?" "Completely. You said I was your salvation." *Salvation.* The word felt like poison. Like being saved from something I'd wanted to stay lost in. "I wish I could remember it better." "The memories will come back. Once you stop fighting them." Fighting them. So I was fighting. Good. "What if they don't?" "Then we'll make new ones."

he asked. I could not speak. I just nodded. I never thought my agreement would make Jeffrey so upset. He cried and begged me to love him instead, saying he had turned Elaine away and made her leave our home. However, I felt nothing when he said that. He also told me about the time he almost died, when the helicopter crashed into the sea on the day I left for Garvos. He stood by the ocean, memories of our previous life together flashing before his eyes. He felt so sorry, calling himself no good, and made a promise to find me, to truly love me, and never leave me again.

she finally spoke The phrase hit me different than I expected. I had rehearsed threats, steel and teeth, lists of names I would tear out of men’s throats, but she said something I hadn’t expected her to say and it landed like a stone she was not a thing to be saved she’d been surviving long before I ever planned to keep anyone alive for my own reasons. “You think silence is protection?” I asked. My voice was steady inside, my pulse had picked up. “Maybe for you, maybe for now. But if you’re the bait and they come for you here…”

It turned out that Sunny had kept painting me in a bad light in front of him. Well, it no longer mattered. After all, one wouldn't believe someone they didn't want to believe. The doctors had to ply Sean with sedatives before injecting the medicine into him. With my arms crossed, I nodded while watching the scene unfold. Since Sean regretted everything now, it wouldn't do for him to die so soon. … The police sent Sean a video clip. It was a recorded statement from one of the seamen who'd saved Sean and I. He talked about how I'd been exposed for a long time while trying to save Sean.

He gestured for me to sit, and I obeyed, still trembling. He folded his hands on the desk, leaning forward. “Sir,” he began gently, “grief can hollow any man. Even the strongest. But there is a comfort the world cannot give. There is forgiveness that does not shame, and a salvation that does not abandon.” My jaw clenched. I stared at the floor, refusing to lift my eyes. His voice pressed on. “You do not have to carry this alone. Christ died for murderers, thieves, the broken, the proud… All of us. There is no sin too filthy for redemption.”

she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. I took another deep breath, and then began to sing. My voice was a little shaky at first, but as I got into the song, I started to feel more confident. I poured my heart and soul into the lyrics, feeling the emotions of the song deep within me. I sang of love and longing, of heartbreak and hope.

“You need to be patient, Your Majesty. I summoned you because the light exists. That alone is a sign. You have been working in darkness for so long.” “A sign of what?” “Salvation.” The word hunk in the air. Salvation. What a mocking concept. “Your end isn’t near yet, but it’s a warning. If you are not vigilant, your salvation may come too late.” Her hand trembled as she reached into her satchel, pulling out a small ball of yarn adorned with charms. “Take this. It will shield you from some of the darkness, though not all. Put it beside your pillow. You are closer to the edge than you think.”

With that, my world came crashing down around me, leaving me shattered and broken. “You shall watch every single person around you, everyone you love die as a sacrifice for your safety,” she declared. The word struck me hard, my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. “If I should be dead then why am I here? Why did people save me? Tell me why!!!” I screamed in agony. “Because you can also be the savior,” she retorted. “What does that mean?” I asked, clutching onto my hair in frustration.

I stretched out my hands first and I was still relaxed. ***** "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1