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} Copyright ©2017.