Render Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Render



Impassive,
Sojourners,
Guests;
As short as hand-breaths!
Declare,
Render,
Follow!
But it always falls on the seventh day of every week.
Summons,
Covenant,
Magnified;
Her clothing is interwoven with gold!
But the olive oil is for the light,
And i am here to save you.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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