CHORUSES
My lips quiver to monotones,
Day in, day out, they chant
Of Hail Mary's.
The surcease of doubt,
In the face of hope,
Like blooms of Poui hallelujah.
Greet thee Easter chords of my chant.
Then sing these choruses,
Then repeat your reply,
For this plan of creation,
It is His, not mine.
CHORUSES © gillena cox 2018
Revisit
4 April 2017
4 April 2015
April Four - transformations
Prompted by Brendan; challenged: For today’s Poems in April challenge, write a poem about the vantages available to you. How many selves sing for you... Show us the panoply or use one persona to introduce us to the whole.
