the colour of our lives

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He is turning the rock to a pool of waters,
hard soil that now breeds thistle
softening to fragrant loam;
arid and unyielding granite
weathering to supple clay.
Adam’s curse of life and time
dissolved by divine chemistry;
The flint to a fountain of waters!

Psalm 114:8 [1]

Psalm 114



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