Though My Breath Goes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Though My Breath Goes
Without a lull
Without a lull
I need Beauty
Though my breath goes
My breathing throes
My anger grows
And
In that anger
Wisdom I felt
Wisdom I saw
Wisdom I knew
For prior suffering I knew
And pains of Calvary
And humiliations of the Execution
Knew:
But now
But now
I sing, see
I speak of wisdom
Principles I discover I lay
And in civilization's way
Civilization to civilization.
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