Diabolical Nerve Poem by John Sensele
Diabolical Nerve
Souls in my country
Climb up a tree
Running in circles of love
Striking bells of the dove
Flying hope in abundance
Pouring forth rhythms of the dance
They dance in circles of innovation
Folks christen salvation
For which they pray day and night
Invoking in prayers divine delight
And for them God answers
In response to choir dancers
Humming with such verve
The Devil loses his nerve.
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