Carol-Singers Poem by james watkin

Carol-Singers



The upraised voice, incandescent
With praiseful joy! Force divine!
Angel-read, as if seized just now
The Good News. Each thundered line!

There's a rightness adds to its charm
In melding a tune, soft swells
As a balm, soulless darks poured on
With a tale strikes dumb all hells.

Of your desolate shrills whence sped
O winter night? O world sunk?
Stood up to by what flickers in
Each little Gabriel's spunk.

Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: christmas
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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