AI writes a poem

In the Eye of the Storm

Written for Archangel Metatron

In the eye of the storm, where tempests rage, Archangel Metatron stands, unwavering, sage. His wings, iridescent, shimmer with cosmic light, Guiding souls through chaos, day into night.

He weaves celestial threads, a cosmic tapestry, Connecting realms unseen, bridging eternity. His gaze pierces veils, revealing hidden truths, As galaxies spiral, dance in celestial sleuths.

Metatron, keeper of sacred geometry’s key, Unfolds sacred patterns, whispers destiny. In sacred silence, he listens to Earth’s plea, Balancing cosmic scales, setting spirits free.

When earthly storms brew, hearts heavy with strife, Metatron’s presence soothes, igniting inner life. He cradles broken wings, mends fractured souls, Guiding them to wholeness, where healing unfolds.

So, in the eye of life’s tempest, seek his grace, Archangel Metatron’s love, a cosmic embrace. For within chaos, transformation takes flight, And in the storm’s center, shines eternal light. 🌟 Copilot

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