Salt
The chandelier was grieving
Opals and diamonds
Draping my neck and confronting me with
An angel’s voice offering comfort
Caroling psalms into my inner ear
And such is the ebb and flow of
An ocean’s wake
Stroking land with its fingertips painted white
So I too felt its caress
Wrapped deeper within my consciousness
A cocoon with God everlasting
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