The Messenger…

We’re in our seats
We’ve come to hear
the master preach.

He walks onto the stage
and grips his instrument.
Obediently it responds.

Some notes are struck
With the tempo set,
a violin joins the song.

He calls from deep within
The visions he has seen,
and he begins to teach.

He may not know
why he must sing,
or who the songs are for.

I feel as if I was the one
his words alone were for.
The others feel the same…

…Oh yes


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