Susan Cunningham

(Colorado Springs, Colorado.)


I come, with the bounty of My light
this sound of wind, in flight...profound
Wise not are the strangers words, heard
I seek the lost and stolen
where man can walk and play
but secret truth professed, not shown, means nothing
worthless sacrifice
All of this harm unused mind of the Creator's power
God.. who is He? forever unidentified as unseen waste

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