Foaming swells
roar aggression.
Black loam wrenches
through steamy depths
of pungent pre-dawn loins.
Surging power pulls roots
beyond chaos;
raises mountain freedom,
shapes streams of love ,
grows new life.
His mighty voice
licks salty air
“It is good.”

Behold I will do a new thing… I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.     – Is 43:18-19



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