A hissing, whispered inner-ear,
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with shifting focus of the eye,
one ending instant, drawing near,
this preying tempter lured each here,
enticing murmurs masked the lie.
Caressing fingers sensed the thrill,
the throbbing rush, the quickened pace,
the mourning Son on barren hill,
one crossing God held by sheer will,
beginning's end pressed into place.
The changing course of trackless plains,
'cross blinding storms in quantum leap,
while grinding wheels refine the grains,
harsh chaffing winds sweep scant remains:
abiding faith, in trust, shall keep.