"To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified." Isaiah 61:3

Operatic Literature

I trod the mile of ocean spread,

thundering towers spit and collide.

Vicious, crashing, roaring;

Enshrouds my mind.

This very moment;

classical notes of baroque.

Reverberating;

Filling my eardrums.

Beautiful music;

Art has been made



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