I Am Taking Back the Words
His thoughts are racing.
He is a clever man.
Adverse winds a-chasing.
Eagles soaring with command.
Mere trampling of this soil,
a massive anthill built.
We mourn the young man’s untimed? death,
the unseen had him ill.
Distant wheels are screeching - Bang!
Man-made let her down.
I’m taking back the words I said.
I saw it made you frown.
Wisdom?
Sacred blood coursing my veins.
My thoughts;
Eagles soaring with command
Exalting Her
and what by God was made.
Copyright © Gavin Joachims | Year Posted 2015
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