Friday, April 29, 2016

Consolation of the Poet

With you before Me,
all choirs obey my baton;
withdrawing itself
that you may hear.

I speak. I rise.
In wholeness I wait.
Peace, our hearts did
find in solace.

Hear! He heralds hope,
healing heartbreak,
humbling haughtiness,
hampering hatred,
heaving humanity's
hindrances.

I am...here.
Patient. Gazing at
you.

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