The Bell and Christ's Trumpet
The bell in anger thunders at the morn
The faithful lay in bed asleep in dreams
Believing they’re awake and seeing Christ
Despite the bell in church in anger calls
The trumpet breaks apart the sky in light
In glory it awakes the sleeper once
Pneumatics are begotten now in light
Forever now in gnosis over clouds
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2022
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