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Clouds cascaded spring into earth’s open mouth— in the room Shekinah glory shone decanted into open hearts. Lightning wreathed the gloomy peak whose weight consumed the sky at Golgotha. Water trickled down his scalp— approving thunder flung stone tablets to the ground where El Shaddai engraved a new and better law in His own flesh.
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Our class enjoyed your poem today! (After the Fall) Many thanks!
Lovely, especially:
"Water trickled
down his scalp—
approving thunder flung
stone tablets
to the ground"