"Hot Coals"

I hang my head as fires burn;
Around me in flickering flame;
And my desire within the fire;
To escape from earthly shame;

As though a lamb which softly bleats;
I hear the voices call;
Those who raise their hands in silence;
Beyond the giant wall;

Of which their hearts and minds are many;
That linger by the sea;
As though a star that sits afar;
That reflects a part of me;

A withered tree which had no care;
That once bore fruit for men;
Of withered hearts which had no voice;
That tremble on the posts of fences;
Like that of silent winds;

~ Moses ~

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