Oh Come See

Oh come see this of somber starlit night.

Velvet dreams immaculate; sired of second sight.  

Halos rise forth on moonbeams; birthed by setting sun.

Visions shared hidden reproach revealing the glorious one.

Scoffers glance to the east, then bellow laughter face to face.

Belittle they the prophet; striking him down in disgrace.

Oh come see this of somber starlit night.

Though dead now the prophet…witnesses the coming light.

 J. Allen Wilson © 10/2007