We walked the old streets of the prophets and I ate a fig gifted and watered by Abraham’s well. We slept in old places where old teachers gone did catch quite a fright. We meandered dead bones some encased and others never alone. Deep underground through time and old spaces rivers flowed just a key stones throw. Through ages I moved times and places through the mist of osmosis I tendered grace to the Holy Spirit through salt watered eyes for I see all that resides.
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