I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.... Lupine head raised in protest swearing by Selene above
I long for the day the lion and the lamb together in truth may rove
Then indeed the rage of angels may merge with the peace of doves.
I long for the pride of passion, the readiness to pay the price
The dousing of wild fires of unrest, with truth and not with empty lies.
I long for the courageous vibrant heart that carries conviction to defiance roar
The heart of steel wed to stainless soul that braves mort for couer d'amour.
And I don't want the voice of ledger balances, or of profit and trial and loss
Clipped measured and unctuous soft, but the inspired tortured voice screaming from yon high cross....
The voice of the God forsaken whose faith unwavering, is never tossed
I long for the voice that battles for love...unafraid of the highest costs.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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