
(1978 - 2005)
Time extinguished this luminous flame leaving fractured lines of smoke that covered countrysides choked our senses stung our eyes.
The sun did not rise nor did the moon. Even the City on the Hill appeared muted, colored in grays, hidden in shadow.
Covered by our bushel, we can't see God welcoming home his soul.
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