And The Horn Blows Once More Poem by Chris Taylor

Sometimes when the Lord convicts he does so completely. The last couple of weeks the Lord has been working on my humility, or sometimes, lack of it. I have repented and I feel I am on a better, more modest path. In dealing with myself, I wanted to write a piece about the futility of my braggadocio. I hope it speaks to someone who needs to put down their shiny banner and take up God’s humble spirit. Here is my poem. Enjoy



And The Horn Blows Once More
a poem by Chris T.


I fill my lungs with air to toot my horn
Blow and inhale in my bravado
Calling forth what once was born
Like some aging latin desperado
And the horn blows once more

The plumage is brilliant and full of color
For my palate never lacks skill
As beautiful as a crisp new dollar
Hoping to give someone a thrill
And the horn blows once more

Do not try to play my tune
For the nuance you will lack
One cannot outshine the moon
Or make its brilliance slack
And the horn blows once more

I will not wait for praise in earnest
For my patience treads on thin ice
My pomposity burns as a furnace
With an arrogance not so nice
And the horn blows once more

Armstrong’s cheeks were not as full
For mine emits that crowing sound
My trumpet stops the charging bull
Silencing the howling hound
And the horn blows once more

For no one can hear the voice of friends
Or the counsel of wise men
Never knowing how far grace extends
For the tune has outplayed the pen
And the horn blows once more