DesencantoA Poem by MontagDesencanto Once a great world of people lived without clock or watches
but eventually their souls were overtaken along the featureless corridors of space-time so that within me God is no longer distant but inconceivable yet somehow I find in discourse with the murmuring sky a mirrored and infinite grace breathless, promised, undying. © 2025 Montag |
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Added on January 20, 2025 Last Updated on November 26, 2025 |

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