swiftly summer light descends into autumn breeze
beloved, tell me what I cannot see
as the leaves are falling from the trees
beloved, tell me what I cannot see
as the leaves are falling from the trees
Tuesday 30 September 2008
God ...
... The rock from which I was hewn
The quarry from which I was dug
Abraham my father
Sarah my mother
My desert a garden
Joy and gladness found
Waste places comforted
Melodious sound
The quarry from which I was dug
Abraham my father
Sarah my mother
My desert a garden
Joy and gladness found
Waste places comforted
Melodious sound
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