On Calvary Hill
Of this Love, God's godly substance
That let itself spurt out
As a fount of human suffering
Is what's heard sung about.
Midst parched hearts, world's collective
Edenic hoping renews.
Under harsh winds' curse, and vultures'.
Grinding fate's; Death's subdues.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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