Psalm 137. By the Rivers of Babylon.
Deep within our mortal minds
We hear her gentle stream
Battles fought ravished by time
Reflect her gentle beams
Starry nights and sun-filled days
Upon her granite poised
Where Prophets prayed upon her banks
O´er shadowed now with noise.
Yet peace she brings with every stone
Where faltering birds do nest
And otters with their children come
To take their peace and rest.
In her divine…
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