for us all

As haunting as the curlew’s cry
fluting sound, liquid sound, fading to a dying fall
the loving son, the holy guy
smiling at the scenes spread out before him
gliding serenely through it all 

As peaceful as a sultry doze
lying on grass, shaded by ash leaves fluttering in the breeze
the loving son, the holy Moses
leading us all lightly into unknown times
bringing worship to our knees

As graceful as the solid oak
spreading far, growing on, touching heaven far above
the loving son, the holy bloke
writing stories in an inn across the sea,
nudging us onwards towards love

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