Suffering indigent.

Possibly.

But it is the land that keeps us.

Or,

sets us free.

Each to their own poetic imagery.


Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day.

 

 

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