Ode To the Apostle
ODE TO THE APOSTLE
Beloved friend,
Swift as the East wind,
fair and white stallion,
born to heal battalion -
Meekly and instinctively
never a victim of melancholy,
wild and gentle deer,
Levite empowered from wilderness
and out of strength
leaps out of weakness.
Your David reached out
and you put out every slumber.
Beloved, my friend and apostle,
Swift as the East wind
Fair and white stallion
Born to heal battalion -
Together we crossed the mountains,
We slaughter the bull of heaven
And unravel mysteries
from the ancient,
the Spirits in the letters. Oh apostle...
What now is this lil' sleep
that has seized me
and darkened my face
to sway from light
as I shed ink in this awakening
revival of saints?
Now is the time
only an iron will sharpen iron.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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