Bluejays sang their most sacred songs in the highest branches of the tallest trees,
while the blue sky shifted and white clouds followed that rugged trail,
he ascended, heart full of burdens seeking that place, that place where God lived, or least
it seemed that way, to the top… on the largest of rocks, where everything could be seen,
that special place of a calmness where violence was always rejected, and light….could be tangibly felt.
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