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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Called

-Niagara Falls

Colored
sparks of splintered
light through prisms break
the shallow wall of
gray.
Rolling
waters thunder in falls
of endless height over the edge of the
world: just beyond, the deep blue mountains
of mankind’s desire
rise.
Notes,
the language
past the point of words,
search out the hidden heart, the
inmost core of
being.
Every day the silver cord is fraying.
He who glories, let him
Glory in the
Lord.

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