From deep-sea vent to ice cap peak
we followed where the trail led.
The breath of God would to us speak.
We let hope shine upon each cheek.
We faithfully faced doubt and dread
from deep-sea vent to ice cap peak.
At places where the way was bleak
we listened as the words were read.
The breath of God would to us speak.
This pilgrimage is for the meek,
for those believing what was said
from deep-sea vent to ice cap peak.
This is a river, not some creek.
To those who fear we’d seem as dead.
The breath of God would to us speak.
Euphoria is what we seek
where there is more than mortal bread.
From deep-sea vent to ice cap peak
the breath of God would to us speak.
This villanelle is motivated by Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Prompt.
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