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Poetry by Janine Pickett: "The Eleventh Hour"

THE ELEVENTH HOUR (A reaction from watching an elderly couple baptized in Sugar Creek) Moonlit prayer spills over ancient canyon walls the nameless rise through living water a breakthrough wet hair, white bony fingers cradling lost hope gives way to praise faces and hands lifted to God salvation and miracles formed in breath released in the canyon a shout, an echo, a sigh a new creation in Christ will never die

First published in the anthology "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze"


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