Monday, December 15, 2014

He
will
fill up
the empty:
a costly comfort.
Dynamite sends smoke heavenward.
Mountains must be moved
to make way
for this
new
road.

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2 comments:

  1. HerbtheFrogDecember 16, 2014 at 1:56 PM

    Possible title and epitaph:

    Make Way

    The voice of one crying in the wilderness: ‘Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. Every valley shall be filled,
    and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall become straight, and the rough places shall become level ways, and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.’

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  2. HerbtheFrogDecember 16, 2014 at 9:22 PM

    Epigraph, rather. Lol.

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