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The Sprigs And Spirit Of Sistine -6

You see me turned
ensconced in my prophecy
my lips murmuring with soft speed
and you wonder what it is that I seek to say,
for I have wept on the road from Babylon
foreseen the rebuilding of the temple
the phoenix of Jeruselum and the star of the Savior,
the tribe of Judah pays attention to my announcements,
I feel warm and wise in my fire orange and thick jade coverings,
the geniuses behind me wait anxiously for my words,
"Not by might, nor by power, but through my spirit..."
I am Zechariah, the zephyr of Trinity's twilight...


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Date: 9/19/2017 10:33:00 PM
"my lips murmuring with soft speed"...well done, once again. I can totally see it. Interesting choice of words on the last line there...always, Laura
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Justin Bordner
Date: 9/22/2017 9:48:00 PM
Getting into the flesh and spirit of the mighty and elegant Prophets and Sybils was quintessential for me so that I could do them justice Poetess. The verse you quote is the epitome of that effort. Each Prophet and Sybil possessed a unique vision which I did my best to appreciate. Zechariah returned to Israel from Babylonian captivity with a hope for his homeland. Interestingly, this part of the epic contains the only thing I quoted in the entire piece, a quote from the Book of Zechariah which exemplifies the power of Faith, and a meaning which I was feeling very strongly at the time of this writing. Remember, that a twilight can refer to the dawn as well as the dusk...J.A.B.