when my dreams were of tarnished patina statues..

once, when i was a river rock under the nile

when my dreams were of tarnished patina statues

ocean wind

when i had nothing but food to give

to the farmers down stream

once when i was a river rock under the nile

when my dreams were of crystals on mt zion

cathedrals at midnight mass

the front told a story few could read

even less

the stained glass 

letting the hue

pass through unblemished

when my dreams were filled with divine liberty

when i could walk freely

my judgements were reckoned unto law

and for no man 

when you looked into me

you could find anything you wanted to find.

and so i humbled myself before and after..

and the fear left which came from looking into mt zion..

the Lord is with us..

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