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Feasting Trumpeteer

by A. Paige White

He's setting watches
for a time of
time keeping
not in seconds, minutes or hours
measuring what was a ceiling
now a floor to stand on
His heartbeat loving
standing assurance
in a softening ground
of soiled hearts churned
furrowed and overturned

Ready now the sowers
of the King's enthroned word
words in waves of glory
by human ears heard
saved and kept before time began
for the hungry ears of man
His will and ways and plan
for elevation of revelation
a better place to stand

bittersweet those days
of wandering ways
looking for a home
soaring and searching
in the thick of the fray
bowed down under burdens
ministers couldn't lift
nor carry away





01/14/2007

Author's Note: blow those horns! II Corinthians 6:17&18, 7:1 fresh bread!

Posted on 01/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/15/07 at 03:21 AM

Interesting work. I like how you gave it kind of a detached feel, like someone who's telling a story well after the face. Nice.

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