the morning cracks its knuckles slow
Jerusalem’s dust settles again
nobody’s holy when dawn shivers
John’s voice drags through alleyways
he knows the curtain’s lifting now
preparations bleed into destiny’s stage
the Messiah’s shadow stretches long
a carpenter's son strides center scene
eyes like storms over lonely waters
his calloused hands shake the world
John drinks this fading twilight alone
in the end beginnings always echo
the overture fades, life sharpens its edge
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Many poetic lines that thunder in the darkness of the mind. A most poetic journey
Thanks Soren I appreciate your support and pray you have a Blessed Christmas
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