 | Song long not heard
Twenty-five years of water Rush headlong over rock, The pliant body bends At every fleshy shock. Cells replace, cilia strain To hear the music's sweet refrain. To listen again as he once did- That ancient air, that callow ear Innocence stiched in all his sinews Stretched but saved in attention dear. Watched with a watchman’s care until that fateful age his robe defiled Flung back at God for service ill-rendered But forged anew when Reconciled. |
The "robe defiled" describes an era in the past when I decided that God wasn't taking care of me and so I would take care of me.
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