What have you
Become
My children?
I have given
the fruits of
endless trees
the whisper of
falls breeze
Eternity
of patience
I exhume
And
You follow with
My sheperds
Falling
On soaken soil.
My herders
standing
atop
split earth.
Where
remains the branch
sprouting high
above olive tree?
The pounding of
shores
can surely
shift dirties
sand to
the hilltop.
My children
await
in the valley
the barren earth
flooding
with yesterdays
pours.
D. Chambers
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