Sunday, December 19, 2010

One Note is All

 a tinge of Christ
the One who is the
very Love of God
A messianic verse sung through
the din

and lost am I without
a crystalline
note of soul
snatching rhythm
from prophecies
set  in time before
ever I was

the suffering
injustices fell upon
swaddling linen

It is we who have
no room to lay in
it is we who have
no life to live in
not without
reminiscence or
leaning hope
upon a star

coos the note
which bends
the fiber
of every

1 comment:

  1. "leaning hope
    upon a star" - how beautiful that is...


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