the railing kept him off the moss
that lay upon the rock
but on a night he suffered loss
his grief saw none to block
so neath the stars he sat in peace
confiding in his Lord
for all he sought was friends release
from conflicts gone ignored
until that point religion held
his soul in constant fear
but on this rock his faith propelled
a difference in his ear
he spoke as friend in human tone
like water poured to earth
and while he spoke his ears had sown
an intuition birth
now free to hear and free to speak
all truth becoming clear
and what was once called wrong to seek
became his new frontier
too good for wrong too wrong for good
a man with no facade
tis on this rock the great ones stood
beside this promenade
~Moses
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