The grackles gather, in their thousands...blackest night, and one white, snow white...dove. No mistaking this. A sign, be given us, from heaven...we who sought no sign, are witness of. For, this cloud gather's o'er us, building...as the spirit is. A storm is coming! Here! A storm is coming, to the days ahead! A balance, tipping, to the level of the land.
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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