One on the plain, with water and a dove
falling from the mouth of God, feathers chalking words
onto the sky, its beak a piercing kiss;
one on the mountaintop between the cairns,
with fiery Spirit, lightning bright and thundering love,
hailing acclamation …
Leave it as it is, maybe?
M
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Marie Marshall
author/poet/editor
Scotland
http://mairibheag.com
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