Like a sweet fragrance
It rises;
Scorched streets yield transformed trees
Oasis of human hope
Grown in a desert
Bees swoon to the flower of
its harvest height
The implausible garden
Broke the hard earth
drank dark days
And came up spring--
Deliverance dances in the streets
Burning again with the hope we thought had failed us
After being auctioned off at the very steps of the great columns
Of hope itself
We can--
Open tightly held fists
after holding on so long to expose
palm
Sunday
Given way
To hot prayer, salient desire,
historic hallelujah--
hope unhinged
the earth.
the aftershocks are vivid:
heard beyond the grave, savored beyond the sky
Given beyond the gift
Makeshift tambourines herald
broken silver links
a roaring applause
filled with five generations of prayers
prevailed
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