Before tolling bells stay mute
And echoes of hymn flutes
That hinges on sailing air
Send spiral shots to spines: statued !
That I am of them that err
Before old sun goes to bed
Never again to visit the west
And all he wakes, sleep on
Remind me,whose feet I trampled
So I may, for mercy pray .
© Lansah Lawrence
Oct. 2016
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