As we search the river’s source,
It jumps the banks of our twisted past,
Set sail for the uncharted,
The pale flickering of the pole star,
The ever present circle,
Surrounding, unfolding, revealing,
Where mere words find their ending,
My being extols with creation,
As the unseen manifests,
My heart glows at the hope of promise,
Wings of protection above,
Passover and Pentecost crossing,
The sentient creatures...
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