The Clouds Torn Down
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire"
With God's presence in dusk and dawn —
Do whispered moans damn this mortal bower?
For in each stroke, dark is nigher
Though God's forgiving in dusk and dawn —
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire"
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire..."
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire..."
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire"
Still God's light in dusk and dawn —
While I grieve for the tongues in us circling liars.
My roots in rain seem more the crier
When God touches dusk and dawn —
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire"
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire..."
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire..."
Before I'm gone beneath my shiftless flower
God wipes her of both dusk and dawn —
"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire"
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