rite

poems | religious

rite
all in a days night
the Romanesque march
by candlelight
a curious quest
as the sun goes down
in the west
rumor laid to rest
upon the heartless hills
we do our best
less is more our ills
yet never was the world as wild
since first I saw it as a child
beyond the rainbow sky of gold
the hand of God warm and old
trumpets announce His arrival
I paint it on paper archival
and pray to The Lord
to melt the heart of woe.

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