'I beside him as his craftsman, and I was his delight day by day,
playing before him all the while, playing on the surface of his earth;
and I found delight in the human race' Proverbs 8: 22-31
dark mountains rise
to meet the sun,
as night drops
to the western sea
skyward
lifting joy to heaven
as dark waves clash
washing clean the past —
all pain fulfilled.
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