Thomas Heard Poetry (City of Lights)

City of Lights

Shining city of lighted fame: Minstrel of immortal song, Sculpture whom can do no wrong, Painter, artist: All these you claim. But more; for you are the muses' flame The guide of Man against the throng Seer who's vision doth prolong Master's work and master's name.

But all consumed by war are we In wilderness, so far from grace Like storm tossed souls in churning sea Clinging for life, we hug debris To your light, we turn our face And pray your grace will set us free.

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