On ancient grounds tread modern feet
Of peasants, knaves and lords by other names.
River flows untroubled by men on the street
Unlike hearts of men torn by silly games.
Past and present indistinguishable
But by sound, hoofbeats to rumbling
Of wheels, the bruit considerable
All to advance fools’ bumbling.
Gregory Hake 
You made my heart sing Joshua. Thank You!
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Quiet return
Love treading, sweet truth filled footsteps fall
Descending, restoring, sanctity of soil.
Untroubled river released, quiet return of flow
Hearts lift up, no vanity seen.
Present, received thankfully, indistinguishable
Sound of rumbling stilled
Glorious heaven returns
Purposeful presence, rediscovered.
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Ah, we seem but part of a lineage, a continuum. The chain can be broken if we’ll listen for the Angel’s directives. Let Heaven chart our course!
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May we stop the bumbling and bring sanity on earth.
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Thanks Gregg, I often feel the need to tread softly upon the Earth, to walk in other words with reverent steps, aware of the great privilege we have of been here.
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Nice.
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