To Disperse His Music

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There’s a self-made deafness
within these skeptics’ ears,
even when Christ walked
inside of their being

to disperse his holy music
they cringed, frightened
by his clarity, his loving,
his pure cleansing them!

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

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