The wind that cuts the mountains
The earth that cuts the air
Fire that dries rivers and fountains
Where are you Lord? Where?
The blood-drinking iron and lead
The lion, the tiger, the bear
The plots of resting for the dead
Where are you Lord? Where
A quiet, quiet whispering sound
Beckoning me from my lair
My heart leaps, for you I have found
There you are Lord, there!
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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