POET, The Gift, November 2010, Rewrite

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POET,
The Gift,
November 2010, Rewrite


He was a boy who sang Ave Maria
With clarity and perfect pitch,
It was as if angels had arranged his vocal chords,
And his lungs filled with a breathe, so resolute and full,
Many felt his voice must have come from Heaven.
His gift transported those who heard him,
It seemed to have opened a door to celestial level.

One night in early winter,
He walked home after church.
About him was hoarfrost,
And world enveloped, everything bent and drooping,
It was laden by the weight of ice from freezing rain.

Yet the cold, that cold, Chicago weather,
It could not withstand the heat,
Nothing was greater than the warmth of his singing.

And the dreams he dreamed upon the pathways,
The visions which accompanied the joy of his voice,
The joy of his voice in exultation,
When later he came to compose them,
Releasing their cadences, their images and similes,
They were bold, like the Ninety-Five Thesis.
They had weight and proclaimed new religion.

The old ecclesiastical order fell to great commotion;
The narrative had to be heard,
It compelled the choosing of sides,
Either pro or con, neutral ground no longer possible!

And when he read from his verses
His voice was the same, the same
That marveled all as when he began his singing,
Awestruck reverence fell upon those who heard it,
It reverberated, and rang like the bells of the steeples,
The crystalline delight, the tintinnabulation,
Euphony voluminously welled, a music, which
Lifted ordinary mind to outsized conception,
It increased devotion, and advanced praise to rapture,
Why it brought grown women to their knees!

And the dreams he dreamed upon the pathways,
When he later came to compose them,
Releasing their cadences, their images and similes,
They were bold, like the Ninety-Five Thesis.
They had weight and proclaimed new religion.

The old ecclesiastical order fell to great commotion;
The narrative had to be heard,
It compelled the choosing of sides,
Either pro or con, neutral ground no longer possible!

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[udiealot81]

The snow is a nice added touch Stanley.. Keep up the work..

Cody

[StanleyPacion]

@udiealot81 Hey, Cody, Thanks for allyour effort and good cheer on my behalf. You make my day, and I do really appreciateall your kind words. I have been writing a great deal, and posting it to my blog, just Google my name and it will take you right to it. I am now starting the process of uploading many of them to you tube and you should be seeing more of my videos soon. What a good guy you are! You make my work easier. Yours, Stanley