Image by Frances Monk.
Aver, Aver: A Poem
From out of the womb come thundering babes-
plundering offshoots, duty bound
from heaven’s gates in search of the holy land
They ride too fast fly too hard
and wander far
in search of this promised land
O! Jerusalem, throne of the
rising Son- made royal by His passing-
Even you must know
His mother’s tears have made you holy
Tell all our children the truth-
Tell them whenever a mother weeps
is where the land is holy!
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