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THE POETS AND THE PREACHERS…SING YOUR PRAISES FROM THE ROOFS

YOUR SOULFUL INTROSPECTION, TURNS PRETENDERS INTO FOOLS.

RETURNING TO YOUR CENTER, DESCENDING UPON YOUR TRUTHS.

ON THIS DAY OF OUR REMEMBRANCE, CAN I DWELL ON THE THOUGHT OF YOU?

PLEASE FORGIVE ME LORD, FORGIVE ME, FOR THE ERRORS OF MY WAYS.

WILL YOU WEIGH THE GOOD AND EVIL, WILL I EVER WALK AWAY?

I SEEK YOUR ABSOLUTION AND PRAY FOR THE WORDS TO SAY.

ON THIS DAY OF AWE I THINK…I SAW SIGNS OF ANOTHER DAY.

ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE SEVENTH MONTH, A SACRED BLAST WAS HEARD.

THE VILLAGE WAS AWAKENED AND THE SHOPKEEPERS KEPT THEIR WORD.

I AM RESTLESS, I AM LONELY; I JUST SEEK A TIME OF MIRTH.

AT THIS MOMENT OF REFLECTION, I WANT TO FLY WITH SOUTHWARD BIRDS

DARKNESS FALLS AND SHADOWS HOVER,  ON MY LONELIEST DAY OF THE YEAR.

MY TIME HAS GONE AND WILL COME, AGAIN, WHEN I HOLD MY LOVED ONE NEAR.

FROM THIS NARROW PLACE I CALLED OUT AND WAIT FOR THE GENTLE SHOVE.

I DON’T FEAR NO HARM OR EVIL I’VE TAKEN REFUGE IN MY LOVE.

Woodmont
September 2000