bring tomorrow closer as
His spirit’s image rises
from the dew dried valleys of
green grasses and silver streams.
Clouds cleared, with winds whispering
of all opportunities
available to explore
tremendous gracious beauty
that carry troubles away.
Sun sparkled, beautifully bound
as if a tapestry were
woven in a varied hue
forever cast in the sky
dancing with the morning mist.
People prayed, with wonderful
cherished songs of the future
and sad hymns of memories
but gracefully all He did
was make His presence felt.
Silence screamed, but His grave voice
thundered laughter and sorrow
while I saw Him looking through
gorges engraved mountainside
and left me with inner peace.
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