Show Me The Mountain

Show me the mountain

Of perfect love

Where mysteries are revealed

On maps of discovered grace

Free from all malice

All grief

All guile

All judgment

Where white cliffs

Crumble and fall

Under a kind kingdom

With a majestic King

And crimson wounds in his hands.

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One Response to Show Me The Mountain

  1. This is beautiful, Alan, and likely the only source of such perfect love.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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