The Cliffs Call Me
Ancient mountains
Where I used to find fountains;
Strong; solid; soundless;
In strength and energy countless...
I feel calling me always,
I see Moses bush blaze;
The Yahweh says: I am who I am,
I see Cherubims and angels stand calm...
13 December 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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