Food for soul - 📝 Poem - “Deaths sting” - by ADC:

“For this perishable body must put on the imperishable & this mortal body must put on immortality.

When the perishable puts on the imperishable & the mortal puts on immortality, death is swallowed up in victory.

Oh death, destroyer of worlds, where is your sting?

Oh decease, cold & dark, where are your plagues?

Oh grave, final resting place, where is your power?

Oh death, feared by the living, where is your victory?

Rejoice, shout out loud & dance, for we know that if the tent is destroyed, we have a castle, a mansion not made with hands & bricks, where moths & vermin do not destroy, where thieves do not break in & steal.

For in this poor tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling, if indeed by putting it on we may not be found naked& ashamed.

For while we are still in this  worthless tent, we groan, being burdened — not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, in clean & white ropes, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.

Life after life, where the old becomes brand new, where the worthless becomes priceless, where the hungry feeds & is satisfied at the table, where the blind frozen by colors in view, where the lame runs to the horizon, where the deaf dances at the harmony of melodies, where goodbyes are no more.

Life after life, where we will truly see the essence of who we are.

Then now we look through a shattered mirror, we listen through deaf ears, we speak through sewn mouth, we think through a poisonous mind & we love through a stone heart.”