The Prince of Peace,

“PLAY ON, WIZARD!” Saturday February 24th 2018

From ancients texts – and “channels” too, a tale of voice and song for you:

There lived, in humble splendor ”there,”

A man of lute,

Who traveled where,

Strife and hatred – ruled-the-day,

He would lodge and sing, they say,

With his strings that he had brought,

And calm the Hearts that might be caught!

Kings and rustic soldiers met –

At sundry outposts, and they’d set,

And listen to his fine refrains,

With tears of joy to heal their pains.

He never said to “lay down arms,”

But sang with kind, forgiving charms,

Yet, many left their “posts” of war,

Returning to their family’s door,

Unfit to fight another day,

And it was heard that some would say:

“When songs-of-love impact The Heart,

From hate and strife, you’re forced to part,

And seek another way of life,

Perhaps to gain a loving wife.”

This player of the lute was sought,

By warrior kings and those who fought,

To silence his impetuous style,

For He depleted rank and file,

By moving stoic lads to tears,

Making bold by easing fears,

His enemies, they-did seek to kill (him),

But DEATH succumbs to sacred will

So, He kept singing all the same,

The Prince of Peace, it was His Name!

fin. ❤

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