Back when Galilee
Back when Galilee
Was the place to be
And lives like the living of it
Grey clouds dropped down
To your knees
And passion sweet
To be yet hard
By the passion trees
Driven warm by
The sun’s heat
To discharge their
Sweet load
Swelling to be
Eaten as show
Pf blessed and felt
Bliss dealt like this
Malted end of
The delivery
Missed when
River overflows
It hand asunder
Beneath thunder
In the west full of fall
Of grey wonder
Under the tell
Fall of faces
Wishing me this Easter
Hell’s hill to climb
To ride some tell tale
Boast of grace given
For grace recived.
poem by David E. Patton
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