Am I Truly Saved?

Am I Truly Saved?

Be still, a kind and fragile heart;
bring unison to what may come to thee.
For such vulnerability can bring chaotic famine.

A sharpened end of blade to save dismal,
Is there one to blame but what comes with being free?
Be still, a kind and fragile heart.

Shall war be the reprieve of abysmal?
Though, all weaponry cannot be mended to foresee.
For such vulnerability can bring chaotic famine.

What news that was brought by a simple epistle.
For hearts shielded can be the decree.
Be still, a kind and fragile heart.

Words of poetic beauty becoming concurred minds dismissal;
how celebratory the day anew that once fell to vicious debris.
For such vulnerability can bring chaotic famine.

The golden hue in the azure sky has resurrected to be blissful.
As long as the day is new, there shall be a newfound fear of banshee.
Be still, a kind and fragile heart.
For such vulnerability can bring chaotic famine.