The secrets she imparts in murmured tones
The wisdom she will yield to wind and snow
The coded words she carves in sod and stone
Would cure the most afflicted, should they go
The calm with which she sits in silent watch
The majesty she paves for those to breach
The steady and relentless time she clocks
Would sate the deepest hunger
Should they reach
Her shoulder holds the bridge to those in need
Her heavy sides sigh deep towards the sky
And with the stirring waters at her feet
Would mend the bound and broken
Should they try
13th January 2021
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