Open Poetry #9 |
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The revelation (revised) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA ![]() |
Under the roof, by God protected, They sat in rags and begged for change. Outside the vestibule, neglected, Where only moonbeams interjected And fell like spotlights on the stage, The beggars peacefully expected The people of the upper class, Whose souls, in spirit of the Mass, Would softer turn by Truth affected. But on the cold December night, The sinners to their coaches rushed, And horses pulling through the slush Would quickly disappear from sight. Then came at once, the revelation-- The church by snow was set alight, As beggars watched with admiration. The church with frenzy would ignite And meet each faithful expectation, Fulfilling souls with warmth and light And snow would fall into their hands And beggars laughing with delight Would fill the streets. The children danced In whirlpools of the playful blizzard With snow and frost, the storm would sizzle The frozen souls, the sleeping earth. And through the clamor, there advanced A gay procession, filled with chants, To celebrate Christ’s holy birth. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
I rarely do this, but the most I can say is "Wow!" This is absolutely grand writing! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Your "wow" is greatly appreciatted... THanks! |
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