sacred silences leap
through sky-tinted glass
where clouds glide soft paths
whispering nightfall
above ocean's depth
peace flakes shards,
shavings
of yester year
cradle-rocked by breeze
sparkling beneath waves
washed by moonlight
ashore
then I hear your voice
drifting amongst whispers, shards . . .
Lord, hear me,
I have need to talk







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