Sunday, February 18, 2018

Triolet


Like Enoch

I can imagine meeting You there,
On a starry night on a lonely Scottish moor.
We’d commune intimately in prayer.
I can imagine meeting You there.
Like You with Enoch, we’d share.
Then walk through Heaven’s door.
I can imagine meeting You there
On a starry night on a lonely Scottish moor.

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