Moments of great calm,Kneeling before an altarOf wood in a stoneIn summer, waiting for the GodTo speak; the air a staircaseFor silence; the sun’s lightRinging me, as though I actedA great rôle. And the audiencesStill; all that close throngOf spirits waiting, as I,For the message.
Kneeling
Apr 08, 2022
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