Let them free, let thoughts out
Let many poems be born
Be it night or be it morn
On house tops let them shout.
You’re called to be Moses
People from slavery
to bring
In liberty psalms to sing
Gift Promised Land posies
You are Elijah of new age
Calling truants to return
To true God incense to burn
Warn them of nearing carnage
By vocation a poet disciple
The world swoons in thirst
Make musical streams burst
Of saving words, O Apostle
Let them out, let thoughts free,
Into hearts let them blow
Making human souls aglow
Visions beyond eyes to see.
Xavier Bage
Tues, March 29, 2016
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