To An Exile

As still upon the prophet shone
A light, when God himself was gone,
So lives, unbanished from thine eyes,
The splendor of thy native skies.

by John Bannister Tabb

Comments (4)

Well I'm not God (you noticed?) but I reckon you're on the side of the heroes...poets always are, I say.
and i quote: ' your poems make mine look like mud' i beg to differ. like the poem. its deep and makes you think o.0
i realy like this and i would love to see more if you have more. joshua treece
Sharp and poignant to the bone. Flows well. Best wishes Michael Witkowski