And I awoke
And saw a crowd of singers
The victories of their King.
Crutches and prosthetics
New skin formed over
And hearing right on key.
The celebration embodying
My journey’s hope
Of family and forgiveness
Of danger’s dwindling snarl.
The inner Spring given voice
Now free from any reticence
From past stumblings
Shame or confusion.
This was the real
Behind the screen of struggle
Inequity and clamour.
This was Heaven.
And Jesus arrived…
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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William Butler Yeats
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
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