The Second Presage
Senses so alive, I felt them.....dancing thru' my Brain
Time drops its hands t' purge its spaced indifference
Breath of Science loses sight...by th' open Eye of God
Pagans not be stunned...for they know only darkness
Deaf, yet, still I heard, th' silence...from my madness
Brushing, cool breeze passing thru' my labored lungs
Paralytic Rhapsody, I breathe....like a newborn infant
Seven Angel's voices whisper sweetly, 'You are Home'
Where goes th' flesh of my mortalness, beyond th' ash
For is that not what th' Gospel preaches every Sunday
Time lifts its hands, moves again quite hauntingly, yes-
Senses so alive, I felt them........from a presage stalking
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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