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Mustered Cede by Gabriel Fearing Wrapped to my waist Rapped by waste In a knot of mist It will not be missed A feat to wade My feet are weighed Err through my gait Heir to your gate Your arms stretched taut By your harms I'm taught Nailed to the bough Kneeled down, I bow I'm your bard, I'm your band If I'm barred, if I'm banned I will praise you aloud He prays for me to be allowed Good mustard seed laid Evil mustered cede; lade Pleas to raise my days Please, too, raze my daze Making you my only turn Make in me your holy tern Aisle open 'fore your altar I'll open up for you to alter You rowed with me as my oar You rode with me on roads of ore I trust the tide to wash my prints Trussed and tied up with my Prince |
 This poem was a finalist in the September 2009 poetry contest |
Please contact Gabriel Fearing at "gabe.fearing@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.