Dear, feathered Hope – go see Jesus –Warm, weathered Wing – touch the Healer –
I offered Him your Tune – you see –
So now He has full Custody.
Too Buoyant for me to Carry –
Too Vital for me to Bury –
I gave your Song back – to the King –
So now Redeeming love will Sing.
(3 September 2008, Provo, Utah)
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I love this poem. The prosody and diction is so good. It sounds like a Gwendolyn Brooks poem. It has rhythm and soul. Holy Oakey strikes again.
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