Messages in the
witterings of falling waters,
Signs men do not
heed, but should & ought to,
Cascading echoes
of olden voices, softly calling,
Through valleys,
mountains & cold stone walling.
Thunderous lost
fallings, in those far exotic places,
Loud echoing
protestations, of ancient tribal faces,
Bridal veils
draping rock & falling, soft, gauzy & lacy,
Chattering of
chippy runnels, chirpy, cheeky & racy.
All waterfalls,
small, narrow, wide & waterfalls high,
Cascades, the happy
tears tumbling from almighty sky,
Carrying omens to the
ears of the non-heeding man,
“Hark, oh human, please
listen, to God´s greater plan”.
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