Fallow 185
The sun is rising
Over stormclouds overhead
Chance of rain (all) day
Mine a marathon
But I caught my second wind
So working once more
Feels like a smooth start
Mind unexpectedly clear
Press keys 'til I can't
A question echoes:
"Where will the brothers go next?"
Answer still coming...
In these fallow fields
What must remain consistent?
Penstroke strike each day?
Like plodding of steps
Like laughter heard behind wheat
Like sunset on vine
Let morning bring growth
Lessons learned another way
Punishment foregone
Weeping at mercy
From pierced man with perfect grace
Shining on the clouds
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