Like white swans’ wings
How can I fly away from this screwed up world?
I journey forth on an eternal pilgrimage to Jerusalem
forgiving my enemies and shaking dust off my feet
My family and friends have forsaken me
but I never look back, a cave recluse in the Kidron Valley
So much guilt and baggage wound up inside me
This godly sorrow, so purifying and liberating
it makes me unfurl my sails like white swans’ wings
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