A Chariot of Wind and Fire
When I am in isolation
Amidst the woods
I am not alone.
I think of the caves
And canyons and rivers
That Elijah sat in,
Just him and God,
Talking back and forth.
What kind of friendship did they form
In those desolate hours
That made God sweep him
Off the face of the Earth
In a chariot of wind and fire.
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