closer still
true vine
than the wind and wolves
the wilderness
of all the howling world
in hush behind your doors
where the low sigh is a fragrance
and nightsongs bloom for saints
so pluck your hanging harps
from the boughs of the willow tree
no longer sapless beneath the branches
the tears you've sown
shake nations
and oil the warrior drums
where trembling hands raise armies
judah's lion
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Heather T (
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BEAUTIFUL HEATHER ~ very inspiring ~ thanks for caring & sharing.! Too often our HARPS hang silent and unplucked because we have lost heart and lost sight of the Lion of Judah ! It's just gone 7am here and your poem has inspired me to dust off my HARP and go into Work with my head held high and my heart full of singing ~ my Harp is a Folk Guitar and I'm singing "Peace in the Valley" AMEN ! Love BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B
I'm grateful that I could inspire a heart song. That's the joy that doesn't depend on happiness 🙂 Hope your day is bright, Brian.
Judah's lion should pace in time to the beat once you pluck the harp and hit the drum. Good write.
Thank you for kind replies, GF. He seems to inhabit those praises. Good day to you!
AWESOME write
Your awesome smiled my day. Thank you, Tony.
Welcome
Beautiful read, the way it was written I enjoyed very much!
So glad you stopped in. Thank you.
You're most welcome.
A wondrous use of words - a real gem of a poem.
Thank you much, Mr. Edwards. I visited your website today and was very impressed. Sometimes I think I write because I can't sing or paint!
Damn, this hammers down like a promethium symphony I'm fluttered and strummed along on Elysian strings
fabulous write great job poetess
I think we all as writers hover some in that space-myth-time where we steal a little fire from the "gods". Thank you much.
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