Towering alone above all that is penned,

Steadfast, pristine, immutable, bright;

Cleaving in double the soul it too mends,

First severed clean, then balm for the plight.


Shattering otherwise impenetrable stone,

Patterning otherwise indistinct sound;

Fattening otherwise marrowless bone,

Plowing, seeding, watering otherwise fallowed ground.


Out from its well-spring a tide of hope issues,

Felt from its churning, a fastening gale;

Crafting from nothing heart-pulse, structure, tissue,

Words decreed sweetly, from on high …. exhaled.

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