Tender gift
of lifting
one’s hands,
understanding
there’s a force
enforcing
that promise
sprung from
a distant source,
sweet resource
of laughter
and peace after
storms lift
and as swiftly
bright wings
singe us, singing.
Dumbfounded,
one’s bound
to become
one consumed.
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