2020-06-18


An ungentle breeze
We gather our things and go
Shaking out your hat


Those who do not answer the wind
Must answer the storm, and time
Hastens time for those who sinned
As judgment pursues hard upon crime
Sometimes thunder makes no sound
To announce the storm, we found
In the wind a pantomime--
For those still watch the ground;

A new era is born in a fateful day
It was already born, did they see?
"Then Shiloh comes," in the lowly hay
Of a feed-trough as the case may be
They pretend tomorrow must bring
Their justice, of it they now sing
But another world was set free--
And soon they will see it take wing.