The Deity in the jungle
Temple
Whispered to a stranger
Whose withering darkened face
Spoke of suffering
And tender
Rain, lighting
And thunder
Signs of the Deity's
Action
Not, what they have feared, as anger
Tired words murmured
At the farthest
Darkened
Temple
Corner
From a priest crossing
His chest
In the midst of incense
And singers
The singing and chanting
Grow louder
As the Deity
Touched
And begged
For a whisper
Emotions do create strangest things
Where miracles born
So they think
But only when intellectual mind
Surrender
Rain, lighting
And thunder
Signs of the Deity's
Action
Not, what they have feared, as anger
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