Time bombs blowing dust from within my head.
Between my ears explodes the epistemic bread,
Laying waste to my building blocks, One Rock short,
The newly founded Cornerstone, where all the weary port.
Buckets of debris are cleaned up with a stain,
Blood covered rubble is washed white in a Name.
From the same vein flows now a heritage acclaimed,
Calling to my mind all the bruising, battering, blame.
The great hurricane sucked it up in a flame.
Now a new thing, led by a new Head, aimed,
I'm thinking with a heart under Yahweh's reign.
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