The last of Golden Hour.

“It’s the last of the golden hour.

Where will we run,

Into the hidden valleys where it’s still warm from the light

Or into the end of the sun chasing after a new start.

Seeking to conquer the fear of night,

Or hiding in the shadows of the ones in Might.

Are we willing to take a stand

Against the giants in the midnight sky.

The stars are warning,

And when they fall we will know

The Son is set to rise.

On the clouds the Light will ride,

Upon a white stallion of dreams.

His eyes like a flame of fire

A sword in His mouth

Victory on His sleeves.

Glory on His robe and thigh

He’s here to bring His loved ones back to heaven’s dancing floor,

For the first dance as Bride and Groom, to be forevermore.”

– L.A MacDonald

(based on Revelation 19)



©lauraamy35mm2019, Digital.

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