Perelandra

Sitting down with a can of beer the other Friday night, I started scribbling with my pencil, captured a few words from my brain… typed a sample up here;

Shalom
Up, up, up

to the top of a hill,

Nature surrounds me,

silent and still.

I shout out a sound

deep from within,

And wait for the echo

to shortly begin.

And then my mind wanders

as it quite often will,

To follow the journey

of my song on the hill.

As my cry wakes up magpies

and crows in their trees,

I wonder, ‘What if my call carried

far out over seas’?

Would it be heard

in a far distant land,

By someone quite like me

on a hill made of sand?

Or by one who lies waiting

for this very word to come,

Someone who needed

this song to be sung.

My word to the stranger

who to me is unknown,

Is a word of great beauty

a word called Shalom.

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