Urim Ubiquity
Perchance to take nocturnal flight,
where would wayfaring dreams land?
With the toss of a godly lot,
one’s fate is always seraphim certain
The place of destiny divine
remains a mystery to the pillow seeker
Cloud pillars of a dove climb
gives Urim oracle comfort
Leaping crisis hurdles
often causes one to spiritually stumble
Which turns a prairie task into a mountain
Allowing the sure-footed headiness of faith
to free fall into the patient bosom of grace
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