Child Sings a Hymn
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Why for push and pull,
akin to a bull
just raging away
by night and by day?
Illusions confound
and its dark forms hound
but our joyous soul
sways not from its goal.
Slow down now, slow down
or in swamplands drown,
blown away as dust
by lust thrust unjust.
Oh monk, hush that blush
that bliss throbs may gush,
bursting forth as joy,
without thought form ploy.
That soul’s light not dim,
sing to God a hymn,
doing what is right,
transforming as light.
02-January-2022
Lipogram Poetry Contest (vowel omitted ‘e’)
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
PS Grammar, HMS, Rhymezone
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