Troy Ulysses Davis

(08/23/70 / Newark, New Jersey)

Exegesis and expository (sonnet)


Zeal for God is still somewhat frightening.
Abandoning worldly appreciation.
Temporary thrills, cherished sensation.
Adversaries yoked, contained fighting.

The power of the word is enlightening.
Diasporas of a chosen nation.
Ingredients for new occupation.
Abba desires even in writing.

As startling as triage statistics.
Coexistence amongst new pestilence.
Healing radius hunger by fishing.

Pondering, reading as scientific.
Scholars insisting, remain vigilant.
So many ways to raise a physician.

Submitted: Friday, August 02, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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