It came in the blackness of midnight,
A beam in the darkness, glowing white,
And soared to space, above the crowd,
Where scintillating gleam is allowed!
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Brilliant! I felt like I floated through each line as if led Boston poetry herself, great poem
sounds like Jesus coming in on a cosmic surf, stopped here, did some cool teachin on this turf gave away free fish tacos on the beach laid down the way of peace, was good to hear him preach by the sun, moon or stars in the streets, churches or bars
Well done Evelyn! Well done!