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Hosannah (Mombo from Missoura)
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Hosannah (Hebrew): an exclamation of joy, adoration
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*who says Hosannah anymore, I think, recalling
a question reversed,^ one, long ago, that she sent to me,
the answer comes, a puddle splashing grandmother,
Mombo from Missoura
a what?
doesn’t matter
Periodic perusals of the small fine poems here, jewels lost in the kerfuffle,
At once, a signet ringing word jumps into my historical consciousness,
That little place, where the childhood was puzzled, but purified, remembering
That little boy, in synagogue, lost amid a congregation chanting
Hosannah! to
Yahweh, ghost god, user of intermediaries-whisperers,
Mombo from Missoura (today’s guest voice)
selected by greater forces to make him recall the unity of many voices
his squeaking tone, found among that pure noise
that went to god’s heart direct
exclaiming in joy, adoration of
a majesty unfound on Earth,
sealed with a Selah,
crowned with Hallelujah
that god who never, incapable of forgetting,
still chats with him, that boy, now a boy~poppy,
from time to time,
recalling when together,
they too, puddle jumped,
looking for oil drop rainbow spots
so they could unison shout out loud*
Hosannah! A rainbow on Earth
Sabbath Sept. 14, 2019
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^ ”who writes poems like this?”
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC