Beautiful mountains tower
In the hovering strata;
Castles of wind and thunder
Profusely scatter -
And canyons slope in the scrubby valley…
Skies are touching hallmarks
To effervescent sanctity -
And cherished souls percolate
In the makeshift clouds…
Adjudicating auras and vistas
Continually bring decadence
And obsolescence…
As the graceful victory lauds
A veritable knowing
Of human recipes…
Love is the surmise
That conditions best be aimed
Toward Jesus;
The rise of The Good Lord -
In strict circumference
To His gleeful rationale.
An immense blessing -
That granting
Of God’s saintly vision
And purposeful planning…
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