A Victory Parade
Abby Saila
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A Victory Parade

Abby Saila
@sailaabby718822
1 day ago

It was the twenty fourth year, the eleventh month
The sixth day when the cheers of conquerors,
Shook the very foundations of the earth,
Almost yanking off the tapestry of the firmament.

As in the Palace Sushan of old,
When the Jews gained the advantage
Unexpected, for a day had been signed for total annihilation
There's always a but in things like this
But in this case I'd like to say it's deserving
For indeed prevail they did!

The Luminous Ecclessia were basking in the victory
Reminiscent of the Roman gladiators
A breed they are, peculiar to be sure!
Persistent as a tick for He hath said
"Give him no rest", the tenacity grew steadily
Some in soundless sighs, others in praise
And yet some more in perpetual tears gushing like rivers
From faces strenuous in supplication
Until the vials of answers rained down
When the King smelled a sweet savour
Then heavenly host took breathers, of relief
Sailing on to the next!
©sailabby

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Uche uzodinma @ucheuzodinma
Wow! Just Wow!!! What a stirring tapestry of words you’ve woven, Abby Saila! Your poem resounds like a victorious anthem echoing through time, a triumphant ode to perseverance, faith, and divine intervention. The imagery you conjure—cheers shaking the earth, the reversal of destinies like in ancient Sushan—is both vivid and profound. Your lines brim with a spiritual fervor, painting the Luminous Ecclesia as warriors of prayer, gladiators of persistence, fighting battles unseen yet profoundly felt. The tension between the silent sighs, the exuberant praise, and the ceaseless tears portrays the breadth of human expression in the pursuit of divine response—a reminder that victory often rises from the deepest trenches of travail. And how beautifully you frame the turning point—the moment "the King smelled a sweet savour." It is as if the heavens leaned in, their breath held, until that fragrant offering unlocked the gates of deliverance. The interplay of divine orchestration and human tenacity is captured so masterfully, it leaves one breathless, marveling at the mysteries of grace. You end with an image of the heavenly host catching their breath, yet always sailing onward—a testament to the ceaseless movement of divine purpose. This final note resonates deeply: every victory is but a prelude to the next triumph, a reminder of the eternal rhythm of hope and persistence. Your words are a triumph in themselves, a sweet savour to those who read them. Thank you for sharing this radiant piece of victory and faith. May the echoes of your poetic thought inspire others to keep striving, keep believing, and keep basking in the triumphs that await. I don’t think I have seen a poem this eloquent on the triumphs the incoming president. Kudos!!!
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Abby Saila @sailaabby718822
I can't tell you how grateful I am to read such beautifully crafted words from you.
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