wherefore the nettles spring forth their sugar cane
in sweet vermillion streams
flow as if from fountains once tapped never drained
liquid sunlight's piercing beams

cry for the reasons the wounds open so wide
never healing on this side
of glimmering glory many souls denied
wasted, sacrificed to pride

Angels humming quietly
Soft melody of the divine
Song in children’s happy laughter
travel up through clouds and rain
to gates of cherry blossoms sky.
Melody of love and sadness
In the hearts of everyone.
Deeply hidden in baby’s innocence.
Going all life long
Till in old men broken smile.


Shell ✨🐚

You are brief and frail and blue--
  Little sisters, I am, too.
You are Heaven's masterpieces--
  Little loves, the likeness ceases.