The promise that was in ‘Tomorrows’ is fulfilled tonight.
Your face is the true form of the one eternal light.
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These down-at-heel companions of mine whose beat
Is from dust to the door of the wineshop in Love Street
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Do not feel too secure in your houses. Though they keep
The rains out, the Word prepares its speaking while you sleep.
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These rags have become too thin to keep out the wind that blows
Down from the mountain where the hearts of the eggheads froze.
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The pre-dawn wind billowed my blanket, and I awoke.
And the dust that pillowed my head entreatingly spoke:
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Last night while we slept gentle rain fell over the land.
The valley at daybreak was a crystal cup in God’s hand.
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This morning the dust in Love Street was a stream of flags,
And every scrubby beggar had shaved and patched his rags.
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When Dawn tended her rose garden in the eastern sky
I passed along Love Street and heard a distraught one sigh:
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The eternal Awakener of lovely spring
Has waked all the earth, and hearts and birds and flowers sing.
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