Aurora
rises swift across the plains
and
forests of a land that's left behind ‒
once
sold across the western sea in chains,
she
holds that childhood vision in her mind.
And
where white men are fighting to control ‒
by
whips and laws, by bible, hymn and psalm ‒
all
aspects of another person's soul,
the
wonders of the classics are her balm.
So
Virgil, Horace, Homer, Milton, Pope
bring
consolation to a suffering heart ‒
for
though the saviour might yet give one hope,
humanity
lies at the crux of art.
The
Lord is master of all cruelty.
But
maybe, maybe, He can set you
free.
RJT
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