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God Bless
I have come full circle
close to waters along the shore
sounds of silence live
breezes hold their dialogue
I have come to the Kingdom
through the back door
a one man congregation
Pastor without a sermon
Light still sheds its promise
on any given morning
pebbles trace an aimless pattern
along the country road
pure home lingers then
on streets where children play
friendly dogs frolic in the sun
Yet smoke is visible from the mountaintops
there are cracks in the facade
tremors rumble beneath the surface
I can hear the tribal drums
shrill voices of converted
send a dark message
disguised as love
This is an old fever
old as Adam and Eve
when pollution came to
and the acid rain began to fall
Jack Mashman
Rev. 1994 |
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