I left the buildings for the brink-
For Delta’s wretched grounds below-
To interface with others jailed,
When to delight a sight did show:
The prison sky seemed calm to me
As orange tints embraced her blue;
Then Jesus spoke through every cloud
With love no mortal mouth can do.
-jwm
Of the Poem: True event ...
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I decided to comment on this original post rather than the new re-post. From the first time I read it, I have liked this poem in and of itself, but even more knowing a bit of your history. I am continually awed by your amazing talent, John.
"Then Jesus spoke through every cloud With love no mortal mouth can do" ... is one of the most beautiful phrases I have heard. I'm eternally grateful for this moment.
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