Gasping for his first breaths of air.
Deity nursing from a peasants breast
He felt mans pain. He longed for the rain.
Mountain range sculptor now clings to a finger
The Word reduced to unintelligible sounds
Worked in mans soil. Shared in his toil.
What could be more puzzling?
Comforting.
Deity nursing from a peasants breast
He felt mans pain. He longed for the rain.
Mountain range sculptor now clings to a finger
The Word reduced to unintelligible sounds
Worked in mans soil. Shared in his toil.
What could be more puzzling?
Comforting.
2 comments:
Emmanuel.
God AS us.
Amazing poetic verse...
Is that your orginal?
Love it.
Love to see more.
yup, a joe original. thanks for the compliment.
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