ArmourQuill Hunter

Rookie - 0 Points (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)

Every Little Beat - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Mary kept secrets of her locket stories
Parallel destinies for Sapphire’s heart
Prayerful ecstasy of history’s glories
A rainbow-land where Christ will impart

Every little thing He does is classic
Everything, surreal, just turns to song
Even though my life’s been sadly tragic
Now I can dance in rapture and live on

A rhythmic samba captures new flurries
Words can’t express, so my feet break-free
Praise for a 1000-nights eliminate the blurry
What is man to find such a Holy Ghost liberty

We don’t see developing cuts of a diamond
Music-streams, like wine, flows down as grace
‘Rose-needle grooves man’s heart‘ said LeMond
Yes the mirror of one’s heart-stance a work of lace

Every little angel thing God does is classic
Everything, emphatic, just turns to song
Even though ‘some lives’ are born to tragic
There’s a Rainbow-end for the repentant throng

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 3, 2006

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