Alone, voices taunt.
Rush into battle
not by law or man
angelic revolt.
Wisdom attends my heart.
Mountains dance around
promises of hope.
Sunny sky frames picture window.
Laughter
rouses something
in me.
Burning fog from the mind.
Staring through God’s grace
invitingly huddle in the corner.
Come, push your way round
clear a path of stones.

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