at last

these lasting traces shall not leave or ’part

from this strife-stricken boy, whose older eyes,

face stubbled, poetry and tendered heart

have always sought the Sun of Truth, Whose rise

out of a black pit brought again the Light

for this Day, here, to build the Kingdom as

by through the Gate unto that blazing bright

Glory of God, the Promised One at last.

11/17/2015

Durban

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