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The world spins regardless of weather,
It rotates and breathes what we never hold.
And all that’s left is just to wonder,
Why is it the air and the planets are so bold
When all we have is nothing to be sold.
So therefore what reason do we have to be so cold?
If the place we live in never stops to gander,
Why do we feel we need to ponder?
And if the sky and the seas find hosanna,
       Why can’t I?
I live in strange cities and talk with strangers
About things dear to me
I walk on alien paths and eat foreign food
And remember
I paint **** women, their hips large
Dark hair and full *******
And I know
We all seek perfection, not knowing
We are already perfect
I sing, my notes rise and fall endlessly
Like a swallow in the endless skies
And I praise
Hosanna in the highest
And as the dust motes dance in the wintry sun
In my wooden church, I am transported
To singing with Irish nuns
My skin browner, in a country of heat and dust
A country of mangoes and temples
Of saffron and silks
And as I don my jeans
Memories of my mother’s swishing silks
Take me home
But I live in strange cities and talk with strangers
And home is just another four letter word
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Salvation is near.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Salvation is near.

Lift up your voice,
come lend your ears;
hear the message of Love
and joyfully rejoice!

Hosanna! Hosanna!
Save us, Dear Lord.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Save us, Dear Lord.

Soften our hearts,
teach us Your Word;
draw us closer to You;
keep us, in one accord!

Hosanna! Hosanna!
Your mercy is here.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Your mercy is here.

Erase all fear;
cleanse my mindset;
Holy Ghost flow in me-
continually this year!





Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Isa 62:11; Matt 21:9; Psa 118:26; Eph 1:13

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

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