Glorious
Of late, I have been traipsing on this precious hill of mine;
I find I oft encounter there members of the divine.
Creation is so glorious, in spite or due to Fall;
I find that I can scarce take in the wonder of it all.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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