Not So Crippled
Cripples make music with old, worn out digits and voices tarnished with age.
only slightly crippled, generally slight due to gravity
Play guitars and mandolins in a barn turned church,
Not banging on wheelchairs or walkers.
Praise the lord in song, glossy eyes mysterious
Perhaps a deep state of meditation has washed over, by and by aware of themselves
Music heard has not come from instruments, it has come from hearts
suddenly decrepit figures blossomed with wings
Revealed from their vessels angels appeared.
Astonished I thought why does peace look so sad?
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