Gideon’s Calling Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

And they were pillaging the threshing floors/

Raising the mischief that had laid forgotten beneath

The winter surrender of an old season/

All awake now, summoned & short out of reason

Warring the past and stricken into the present/

Fabricating a raid below the early morning dew

Into the spring, into the hasten step, into a harmony disrupted/

Hurried I say, the beats and carried thoughts,

Chasing the wilderness into a strike, a force, a deceiving thrust/

Honored by the brush of each stir & lift