Through ...

a fractured mirror they see

are those whom would Judge Thee

for we are all on the same tree

the cross of Calvary

Sinners and innocent all

A swathe after the fall

Yet some may hear the calling

of a distant wild cat falling

Like fruit of the vine

falling in to a hand divine

And we willingly plummet

from the height of a low summit

For the distance does not matter

the farther the better

A force beyond time

A pause , a space , a working of Rhyme

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