by Michael Zaphah

Created on: September 16, 2008

The Cry of the Bell that Rung (Isaiah 52:1)

The word of my speak of the dung,
That is bleed from my heart.
How can I stop the rush of emotion?
Something burning in my soulish part,
It is what it is one spoke from the ocean;
And then the cry of the bell that rung!

Why must I live in a world full of hate?
When I swim in a sea that closes its gate!
My mind toils in the bed of iniquity;
As I drown in the flood of the sea,
Until I see the light come for me.

That is what has saved me,
From the voice the cries against me!
Look at the eighth house;
The spirit hovers over me.
Waiting for me to call,
If I dare not, "Foolish man!"
Then I fall.

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