Conqueror

Of the Earth

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Fingers tap upon a wicker typewriter path,
saying, mind the while.
While the mind,
it ponders the clickety clack —
that same sound of a computer pad.
Yet the soul,
Ah, the soulless hum of the earth,
mossed between the pastor’s scorn,
prays to whoever and whatever knows its heart.
As while, the sound of God —
that voice of her own,
quiet,
yet lain in the pool of wrath —
observes, conquers,
and honors it all….
Then goes searching for answers
through heaven and back.