Glory shines, but it also bleeds.
It's where lives cross, where the renewing river
meets the salted sea.
It's where afflicted waters and the ocean's sheer volume
resists the springs qualities.
But the river cuts through the hardest stone,
leaving gaping canyons and expansive ravines in it's wake,
unstoppable, determined, pouring fresh living water
into the bitter sea.
The crimson stream never stops.
The life source never dries
from the veins that know the nails.
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