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Sinai Desert (digital art from a photo I took
Excerpt from my poem Hagar’s Silence)
How did it come to be
that the all-powerful
Creator of all
was so powerless
as to need a nomad tribe
to fight as ally in a minor war…
The reward of promised land,
great wealth, divine favour,
and countless children
to be born, like desert sands…
Combing her hair in silence,
I begin to wonder
how it all came to be,
humanity’s enslavement
to the gods and goddesses,
the endless blood sacrifices
of man and beast
before, after, and between their wars…
Sinai Desert (digital art from a photo I took
Knitting yarns of sun-lit rainbow mist and storm-dark clouds once lightning kissed, she clothed such beauty to our days blessed by her bright mind-magic ways.
A wee verse I wrote in 2004 and serendipitous bit of lighting later.
Flowerpoet 
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