For years, the poet was silent; his voice was scattered, his work was not yet completed, and memories of him were fading.
All the while, God had not forgotten him; a world away, The LORD was raising up unlikely people, not to begin a new mission, but to finish what the poet had already started. They were broken, they were healed; they were slaves redeemed, they were sinners purified. They all came together in the place where God had led them, and they called it Levi Square.