Resonance, mates, let us seek;
to still winds that need be stilling;
to tell and see a misplaced mountain relocate.
Like a child, that rope in hand, skips in cadence,
and twirling loops (quick time or slow) she commands
--- to prove what? That her powers are pure happenstance?
God forbid, I dare tempt (or test) such weighty matters.
Instead, spirit filled, faith filled submit me I to:
Life, Way and Truth.
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