Hymn Poem by Morgan Michaels

Hymn



There in that perfect vale
all will be shown
north, south, west
in vasty Eden drowned.

Beauty obscured by beauty
truth of truth revealed
seamless unity
reverse the present world

Run, my roustabout nation,
run to that congress
where the God eternally gathers us
fast about his nucleus.

Monday, February 6, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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