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Above and Below
Up on a rocky foothill
I could see the canopy
of the forest,
a wind was pushing
green waves through
the thickly knitted foliage.
Not satisfied, I climbed higher.
On the high beak of a peak.
I stood,
peering over a wing-flying sky.
Between the winged air,
and the verdant waves below,
mind walked,
across God's heart.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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