Saturday, November 3, 2012

His Winds are Holy

I shall gain flight,
rise as the red tailed hawk
on the warm winds,
of His Holiness, rise

My past shall fall,
as the dead leaf of autumn

I shall walk the mountain,
above mine enemy
He, the Holy One of Israel
sends a covering, snow

even my feet are kept clean,
for His Angels go before me

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