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Trump

by Clara Mae Gregory

Closed eyes shall hear the Wind's clarion trump

while the ears see Him with the angels

descending upon the lightning bolts

and the bitter taste of thunder

will throb inside the unsalvaged tongues

that soon thirst for the Living Water.

04/23/2009

Author's Note: what ....?

Posted on 04/24/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by D. James McKee on 04/24/09 at 11:27 AM

Amen!

Posted by Mike Loftis on 05/09/09 at 05:32 PM

Powerful! I like this very much.

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