On One Cloudless Day

I.

One cloudless day, without spring shower

     or monsoon, angels made their stand;

and conjured otherworldly power,

one cloudless day, without spring shower.

When God chose me that fateful hour,

     as I held lightning in my hand,

that cloudless day without spring shower,

I was marked for evil to devour.

II.

Though crucified, reviled by hate,

     I dwelt in my ivory tower;

inspired by love, as I create,

though crucified, reviled by hate.

My sweet songs showed how God was great;

     fertilized by life's manure, my flower

bled, crucified, reviled by hate,

by evil men, the world, and fate.

By Ngoc Nguyen

From: United States