and the old women gathered
and sang His praises
standing
resolutely together
like supply sergeants who
have seen
everything
and are still
Regular Army: It
was fierce and
not melodic and
although we ran
the sound of it
stayed in our ears . . .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a healing sound, a Gospel choir. Yet the Sound of pain in these words. My choir was in a Gospel competition recently, we lost but it was glorious. Just as singing is.