We revelled in the sound of song, tambourine, harp, drums, lyre and horn.
A song we had never heard before, angelic, a celebration, satiety for our souls.
We searched for reasons, was it our fate, or a blind gift, a random act?
The song sang out an end to slavery, hunger, hatred, and sins against others.
There were those in the audience, inattentive, impertinent, downright rude,
I could not understand their alien language. What planet did they come from?
They worshipped things, and stuff, and weird animal shapes.
They thumbed their noses at songs of hope being practised by our choir.
We learned a lesson from being out in the cold.
We should have, would have, could have had the faith.
Learning now the moral of an ancient song from long ago,
Your faith is rewarded, tested, abandoned, returned to,
bringing us back to
Must we never stop learning?
|When will we eat honey from the rock?|
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