Sunday, April 16, 2006

the rolling tears of thunders cry
sky collides in darkest light
upon a hill still crimson flows

a cloth, a stone, a promise kept

radiant truth from unimaginable reality
such joy in angry wounds
upon the earth a prince of peace

beyond the dust a hope for all

inescapable

unfathomable

the only true love.


- J.G. Smith (04/16/06)

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