The Key Of David Poem by Norma Mahns

Hear harps hallow in the wind
Harmonicas humming holy hymns
We gather, listening to tambourines jangle.
An audience runs to a mountain of sanctum.
Drums beat on the tympanum.
Raise arms and hail, the Root of David prevails
To open the white seal.

Within guitars' strings wrangle Heaven's riffs
Emotions wrung out, as the blood drips
Splattering onto unturned stones.

Drums beat fire, dead rise, leaving, leaving.
Harpers harp, singer sing, tambourines jangle.
Flutes pipe upon mountains of sanctum.
The trumpets shout!
Open the white seal key of David
Call Music
An invention of mankind
Created by the Master in his mind
Called GOD.
Wrung out emotions drip blood.