Anil Deo Poet Ekphrasis

I Hear Music Ancient Music

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The Reeds rest in water by faith
You may recall Baby Moses' name
Or you may forget the Prince of Egypt
And his name, "Up from Reeds"
THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
Also sings to and in the Weeds
The Reeds that feed, sing, civilize us
As in Egypt of Papyri fame, flames
Of music remind us to remember
For we are wont to forget, forget, forget ...
Then Mole, Rat, Boy Otter will be Teachers

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The music rises & falls among the Reeds
Ancient themselves, translators for us
From teachers from another Kingdom
We do remember, if we listen, above our din
That serenade the Presence, Healer-Helper
A name Hebrews knew in Exodus of Moses
Yahwah Rophikah, THE LORD MY HEALER
The Otter, the Mole, the Rat rarely forget
Even if they miss some of the words 
That meander among the Reeds, rising ever
Lilting - seek my helping power, in that hour

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Lisa Ricci August 12, 2022 at 5:47 AM Top of the Day to you Mr. Anil (smile). May we always hear the music the words the messages and more of which you refer. May these sounds always be. You are amazing in your entries of the divine. Thank you for always sharing. And yes, Shalom Shalom Shalom (smile). Blessings now and always Anil. Anil Deo August 12, 2022 at 10:51 PM O dear Lisa. Shalom shalom Lisa Lisa Lisa! Yes, our bodies also have deep wisdom. Your hands are healing, too, because if JESUS. Amen in Him