Vultures

In the tapestry of life, shadows dance, a cosmic chore,

Where light and darkness intertwine, a tale of evermore.

Behold, the words of Christ, in wisdom deeply sown,

"Where carcasses lie, vultures circle, truth is known."

Through valleys low and mountains high, the journey we embark,

A pilgrimage of soul and spirit, through the light and dark.

In realms of choices and consequence, where destinies are spun,

The vultures keenly gather where the threads of deeds are done.

Not birds of prey, but symbols stark, they mark a sacred truth,

For where the remnants of despair reside, redemption finds its youth.

In trials faced and battles fought, a crucible of grace,

The vultures, agents of renewal, in this divine embrace.

So, let us rise from ash and dust, like phoenix from the pyre,

For in the circle of redemption, every soul can aspire.

In Christ's own words, the mystery unfolds, a truth we must disperse,

"Where carcasses lie, vultures gather"

healing in the universe.