The Angelic Salutation Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

THE ANGELIC SALUTATION

Let there be music mad.
Let wines come from the north,
From every hamlet and hill;
Let us forever banish what is sad.
Let the angelic salutation come forth
And overcome us all, until
Heaven itself transforms the earth.
Let every heart give birth
To a new and eternal sun
Among nations and men.
And then
All humanity shall be as one.
The lion shall lie down
With the lamb.
And He Who wears the crown
Shall rejoice as The King
Who renews all and everything -
I quote Our God: "I Am Who Am."

Mother of Fair Love, Pray For Us
Amen

John Lars Zwerenz