The plains’ antelope with will wins
by the skin and teeth racing the lion’s
hunger who loses the taste to chase
Judgment fails though justice prevails
herds may never find peace as happy
a place as welcomes living alarms at
death’s approach to resurrection from
sin a distance found sleeping too late
for the porter’s “all aboard” beyond
hearing range of life beyond the whistle
stop - ground positions enliven nerve
networks to percolate - -sleep on
- quiet human gardens flower soon
eyes will open in corsages to fields of
light - transmit the source of power to
scar surface deep to the core of the
soul - keep the stem of the sun dial
anchored upon the place of undivided
grace - day consumes night obliquely
revolving to meet signal sounds in
God’s patient voice - serve no opinion
to leave humanity to just dominion
bodies sacrifice to patient inquisition.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
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