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A CONFLUENCE OF DAYS, WEEKS AND YEARS

by Jonathan Vold

Sunday, December 4

Tales, Part I

The simple truth falls in a single feather to thirty birds
And God is revealed to the congregation...

A single feather floats down from a mountain far away
And faith takes its hold in the speculation...

A thousand faces, a thousand creeds, as many excuses:
We see ourselves burn in the conflagration...

And who would believe the outcome of this gathering babel?
Consensus is born of determination...

In unified purpose, the kingless resolve to find their king,
To put face to feathery form, the nation of thirty birds.

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