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Sound! Dear Angel
Sound! Dear angel Sound!
Your trumpet triumphant
Petals of truth; dripping.
Ruler of lies
Alpha through Omega
Not only a word. But
The Word
The key of C
Home, Tonic,
the beginning and end
(at least as such things exist)
emerging through
gusts of heavenly wind.
Such piercing voluntaries
held tight and thrust out
soar on the fabric
towards the earth and the mind.
Some may hear chords,
other bear words
paintbrush and pencil
unmistakable swords.
Plants will grow roots,
the cougar will feed
and the river running
will sing sweet melodies.
Sound! Dear angel Sound!
Your triumphant trumpet
Beam of the night; inspire light.
-Brian Minnick 2010
Your trumpet triumphant
Petals of truth; dripping.
Ruler of lies
Alpha through Omega
Not only a word. But
The Word
The key of C
Home, Tonic,
the beginning and end
(at least as such things exist)
emerging through
gusts of heavenly wind.
Such piercing voluntaries
held tight and thrust out
soar on the fabric
towards the earth and the mind.
Some may hear chords,
other bear words
paintbrush and pencil
unmistakable swords.
Plants will grow roots,
the cougar will feed
and the river running
will sing sweet melodies.
Sound! Dear angel Sound!
Your triumphant trumpet
Beam of the night; inspire light.
-Brian Minnick 2010
Published 3rd Aug 2011
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