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Jun 2022
In distress, I cried for help
But became engulfed in deep waters

From the midst of the dead I called for you
And was hurled into the wild currents

I looked toward your Holy Temple
Yet was banished from your sight

I sank into mountain crevices
And felt ignored

          From those depths I listened to your cries
          I brought you life from the realm of the dead
          I allowed all of these experiences and that has created you
Kerry Ann Herrmann
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Kerry Ann Herrmann  Salt Lake City, Utah
(Salt Lake City, Utah)   
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