….And her beauty softened the hardest of hearts,
Warriors came from home and abroad,
To ask for her hand and her father’s hoard
The capital flowed with riches and stones aplenty
Warriors, Princes and Kings there were many
But He came not on a chariot shining brightly
He stood silent, grave and mighty
No slaves walked before his Majesty
Only a sage with a whispered homily
“You are but a man, great amongst all creatures sentient”
“Know now that greatness and beauty are but transient”
“And long after Man’s guns have fallen silent”
“All of heaven lives with peace none violent”
And so he stood with the Princes great
Shoulder to shoulder, pate to pate
She surveyed all with a discerning eye
Cunning conversation behind every lie
He neither spoke nor at her he stared
Who in our faith would have dared?
Intrigued she was by this silent creature
As much by his elderly preacher
“Who art thou? What king? Whose son?”
“Can you not recognize the Chosen One?”
Spoke the sage in tones repentant
She gushed forth in word that instant
“Chosen by which power fair sage?”
“That power which rules both you and I”
“That power who’s rules man liveth by”
She struggled hard to hold her temper
He blasphemes but through his mentor.
“I know no power, but my father’s hand”
“His wrath and love felt through this land”
Softly smiling spoke He,
“I speak of another who’s power is mighty”
“Who’s breath is the breath of Our Lord Almighty”
The sage watched on as his companion spoke
“Do not the flames of my anger stoke”
“I come not to ask for your hand fair maiden”
“Nor rob you of your coffers laden”
“But warn you of The Judgment coming”
“Be forewarned, be not found wanting”
And the heavens burst forth in storms of rage
Who dared question My holy sage?
I write not song or delightful lyric
Nor verse for the wily critic
But that the truth of a future darkness
May not overshadow this brightness
But may spurn a heaven of repentance and anguish
Not a hell where souls will burn and languish
-Mendes de Francisco
Warriors came from home and abroad,
To ask for her hand and her father’s hoard
The capital flowed with riches and stones aplenty
Warriors, Princes and Kings there were many
But He came not on a chariot shining brightly
He stood silent, grave and mighty
No slaves walked before his Majesty
Only a sage with a whispered homily
“You are but a man, great amongst all creatures sentient”
“Know now that greatness and beauty are but transient”
“And long after Man’s guns have fallen silent”
“All of heaven lives with peace none violent”
And so he stood with the Princes great
Shoulder to shoulder, pate to pate
She surveyed all with a discerning eye
Cunning conversation behind every lie
He neither spoke nor at her he stared
Who in our faith would have dared?
Intrigued she was by this silent creature
As much by his elderly preacher
“Who art thou? What king? Whose son?”
“Can you not recognize the Chosen One?”
Spoke the sage in tones repentant
She gushed forth in word that instant
“Chosen by which power fair sage?”
“That power which rules both you and I”
“That power who’s rules man liveth by”
She struggled hard to hold her temper
He blasphemes but through his mentor.
“I know no power, but my father’s hand”
“His wrath and love felt through this land”
Softly smiling spoke He,
“I speak of another who’s power is mighty”
“Who’s breath is the breath of Our Lord Almighty”
The sage watched on as his companion spoke
“Do not the flames of my anger stoke”
“I come not to ask for your hand fair maiden”
“Nor rob you of your coffers laden”
“But warn you of The Judgment coming”
“Be forewarned, be not found wanting”
And the heavens burst forth in storms of rage
Who dared question My holy sage?
I write not song or delightful lyric
Nor verse for the wily critic
But that the truth of a future darkness
May not overshadow this brightness
But may spurn a heaven of repentance and anguish
Not a hell where souls will burn and languish
-Mendes de Francisco
Recalling 'the Chosen One'..........
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