Risen
A sprit risen, spans the ether, soars on wings of fire,
And milk and honey vocals sings aloud the waking choir,
Of air and grace, salvation stirred, with elements of chance
Redeemed and suffered unto Eden's sweet deliverance.
In cyclic surge, the choral seas, plumb resonance so deep,
Constraining night the blinding light surrenders fallow sleep;
And all the galaxies rejoice in resonant appeal,
A spirit risen courts the moon for love alone will heal.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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