a whiff in the air

a flash in the night

the sparkle of dew

before it is gone.



water beyond guards

gold behind glass

homeland of exiles

who may not return.


The key—

a nail through His hands

my sackcloth and ashes

the balm of chains

unlocking joy.



a feast of day

of brimming rest

the Light unveiling life

as gold.

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