Perhaps Past-Christmas

I crafting, chiseling, drawing out a masterpiece in the shadow of humanity lonesome voice in this OUR wilderness but we went astray, by choice II pastors and priests, professors, political elite they keep falling, after an innocent rise abusing people abusing kindnesses abusing community yes, after the Holiday, we can talk freely where we may look, whom to hearken other than Old Testament prophets Among whom Ezekiel spoke of fire, dry bones ... Isaiah spoke of "Immanuel" but "The Suffering Servant" too Amos talked "righteousness" III like a river, mighty in metamorphosis, torrents that begin so alone, solitary in the mountains (So little, so alone, yet so alive in GRACE) that seek to bless humanity even you even me