• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 12
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Prophet of Mine

He stands there.
Oh Prophet of Mine.

And looks for and remembers,
his long gone comrades.

Where are: Isaiah
And lest we forget
our beautiful Prophetess.

Oh sad and melancholy Prophet of Mine.

They have left you, my kind one
wrapped in your coat of two colours.

Take heart oh Prophet of Mine.
You will enter Jerusalem
by the Golden Gate.

And the people of Gaza
will follow in your wake.

For you will leave no-one behind.
That is not your way.

Shalom my dear one.