Hello, singular herald of sorrow flickering above the basil field at dusk verbena light glides like a discus on windswept waters projecting grace onto your black and white underside as you soar arrow-straight Homebound I outpace you effortlessly within the carriage and, further, inside the inevitability of my regrets humming with gratitude for everything even the dew of the morning pillowcase and the dirt under our nails. I held hope to enter vis-à-vis reflected glances but instead was given skies longing for the sky above, restrained by their fall. The puddles, ponds, rivulets and streams of this water nation that we did some great forgotten kindness to deserve. O God, that thou givest this wonder unto us. Make clean our hearts so we can see the glory of the shadow of thy beloved dance without shielding our eyes, O God of waters.
your writing here is so beautiful, exquisite as always