A Home for Every Exile

[lazariuk]

We sing the song Anthem
We call it practice
for the end of days
But what it is
lingers even on the highest hill

Is that
the song of a bird that I hear?
I long
for you dear Lord
to feel your lips
placed upon my brow
surround junior
achievements with the grace of forgiveness
and following
a star that is not dimmed by depths
to be consumed
by the dance of eternity

In the mystic hammerings
of the words from your lips
that set the soul ablaze

and give a home for the exile

[Christopher T. George]

Hello lazariuk

There ares some fine sentiments expressed here. Nicely done.

Typo in "consumed" -- only one "m" needed

Good wordplay and imagery. Enjoyed.

Chris

[lazariuk]

Thanks Christopher for the pointer on my typo. I had intended to correct it earlier but had forgotten.

and thanks for "There are some fine sentiments expressed here"

That led me to consider some words from Emmerson

"Society is infested by persons who, seeing that the sentiments please, counterfeit the expression of them. These we call sentimentalists--talkers who mistake the description for the thing, saying for having." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

To help with being at ease I found some solace in the fact that the sentiments I was aiming for are not necessarily so fine.