Holy Nation Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Holy Nation
Rejoice like free men
Set on fire by divine love
She takes my foulest ideals
These deleted ideologies of death
Eternal light burns the dross
Centuries are nothing but vapor
Sealed by life
Rogue butterflies die
Color tested by two edge swords
Falling to the ground
Rising like eternal stars
Sing like the white light
The menorah shines
Can you feel the Spirit?
Time filled with eternity
A Holy Nation
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5/4/2024 8:44:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the best way to rejoice is to live like a free man.