Before meeting Jesse, I spent my time in solitude, writing. Poetry was my favorite mode of expression. Strange and wonderful how prophetic it can be…  ~Rose Larson

The World is Changed

On a winter morn the Spirit came,
Lit the ember of a two-edged flame,
Sealed my brow and gave me a new name,
Spoke my mission: His word to proclaim.

“Much that was is lost, but at your song
Dreams shall waken that have slumbered long,
Music harmonize where notes went wrong,
Old enchantment be rewritten, strong.

“Lo, I wake the three-fold gift you bring:
Rhythm like a heart unfaltering,
Rhyme unbent, unbroken, true to sing,
Piercing words to give each vision wing.”

Heart to hand He through me thrust His word
Set my soul to soar, an unchained bird
Out of darkness inspiration stirred
Voices spoke – “The world is changed” was heard.

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