The winds are running like water through the leaves, the translucent leaves
Of many emerald trees.
Shonah sits in the Garden where the depths Your heart move through her mind
Like water over stones in a singing brook.
There in the counsel of kings, Your song the nations shook.
May 11, 2014
By Samantha Lindholm
Inspired as the overflow of my novel-in-progress.
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