Genesis 4

Weight on weight of misery

The untold tale of years;

Does earth spin on an empty loom,

A weaving wind, a speechless doom,

Unhindered by our tears?

Or somewhere in the mind of God,

Recorded, every unheard cry;

Unfettered faith and outstretched hand

That brings the Fear of Jacob nigh?

That speaks beyond the veil of death

With seraph sounds men cannot hear;

The echo from a distant shore

Of shields struck in an ancient war,

Inscribed with this: “Thy God is near.”

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