Where is charity,
In these dark days of scorn,
What could it be,
Within posture forlorn,
Words stot teeth.
For such secret cause,
Emotional egg release,
For thought no pause,
Lifting prayers to clouds,
Reading paper scripts,
Bring home the sound,
Of Jericho from its crypts,
Motion with a candle,
Signify portioned mind,
Lay 'neath the coromandel,
And yield to passing time.
Rowan Blair Colver
In these dark days of scorn,
What could it be,
Within posture forlorn,
Words stot teeth.
For such secret cause,
Emotional egg release,
For thought no pause,
Lifting prayers to clouds,
Reading paper scripts,
Bring home the sound,
Of Jericho from its crypts,
Motion with a candle,
Signify portioned mind,
Lay 'neath the coromandel,
And yield to passing time.
Rowan Blair Colver
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