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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