Scraps

By AmosJ

Mon, 28 Aug 2006
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A song well writ, each tone in place,
With harmony's approval marked upon
The temple's face. Rancor was gone,
And envy. Desperation, too
Had been dispelled as grace.
Found in the heart's deeper numbers right,
A child all-whole dug out dark ciphered clay, unleashing light,
Replacing what was lost with what was true.
Well writ to you, as singer,
And as the sung-unto.
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