THOSE SOULS

Those souls lost
tempest tossed
or nearly drowned
will be found,
those down
by minefields
not located
declared missing or dead
will survive in a flash
by the open boat sea
now relocated
floating on stars
playing a sonata of Debussy
those without leaven
will rise as my words
reach out in a century
to the once hungry
mocked as chosen
with their Messiah's rabbi
frozen in a far country
will be set free
while in the city and colony
among the remnant
those refugees sent out
scattered in a ghetto's
repentant penury
with all obstacles
will find their identity
are now in a third heaven
saved in miracles
among nests and shelters
of once caged songbirds
now on juniper trees
celebrating with a company
of once hungry troubadours
with bread and wine
reciting my poetry
in long corridors of eternity.