The meeting involves this old text, the spent congregation believing but impoverished, the artist of new possibility, the disclosure. The Prince of Darkness tries frantically to keep the world closed so that we can be administered. The Prince has such powerful allies in this age. Against such enormous odds, however, there is the working of this feeble, inscrutable, unshackled moment of sermon. Sometimes the Prince will win the day and there will be no new thing uttered or heard. Sometimes, however. the sermon will have its say and the truth looms large—larger than the text or the voice or the folk had any reason to expect. When that happens, the world is set loose toward healing. The sermon for such a time shames the Prince and we become yet again more nearly human. The Author of the text laughs in delight, the way that Author has laughed on at creation and at Easter, but laughs again when the sermon carries the day against the Dark Prince who wants no new poetry in the region he thinks he governs. When the poetry is sounded, the Prince knows a little of the territory has been lost to its true Ruler. The newly claimed territory becomes a new home of freedom, justice, peace and abiding joy. This happens when the poet comes, when the poet speaks, when the preacher comes as poet.