Mount Ararat holds the wind

in the silence of snow peaks

where splinters of the ark rub

nails creaking in her cypress side

hope traversing mountain wafts

lavender, jasmine, and wisteria sing

woeful at an oath once absolute

as God sends a strike of lightening

into hell to stoke the firestorm

of evil that lurks from the devil

ashes defiling the white of her peaks

-JONI CAGGIANO

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