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Through sun and shadow Across mountains divide Down the valleys wide Sitting tall in the saddle Carrying our…
While His Wounds Dripped Blood
Through sun and shadow Across mountains divide Down the valleys wide Sitting tall in the saddle Carrying our…
“Home is where one starts from.” ~T.S. Eliot In the distance, … Feel the pull of the long forgotten….
This was (is) poem #12 from the prompt, The Smell of New Possibilities, posted by 451 Press Poets….
“To live is Christ, to die is gain”, what? How is that? It seems to me that death…