Thursday, December 3, 2015

Foudroyant ... Oh

Foudroyant ... foo-DROI-uh nt ... striking as with lightning; sudden and overwhelming in effect; stunning; dazzling. 

Oh
They came quietly singing,
Of marching with God's light,
Urging peace on earth,
To people in the night.

Then like the angeled multitude,
They burst forth foudroyantly,
Nearly blinding all the gathered,
With beams from that great tree.

Magic music circled round,
Reminding wearied souls,
Of an ancient, holy story,
That even now around us rolls.

If we could stay those melodies,
And emotions in our hands,
Perhaps we'd be more gentle,
With the will at our command.

Anne Selleck
Copyright 2015








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