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water falls burning; rivers boiling; oceans churning; it’s never love that is wrong if we remember how we walked next to hand-carved banisters; we picked them out together; the storm won’t care; the angels said it doesn’t matter but it does; rebuilding a house, it’s not home until our memories decide to join us; can our tears carve a new path so they can make their way to us; can they give thanks to the prayer that saved our souls because all we prayed for was to smile again? a sea song echoing inside of conch shells; enough to risk singing it again alone on a still beach; shadowed by the surge of seabirds fleeing; their wings promising their return as does the melody inside the fear that knows what it has done when I saw you wander in without a thought of the future; it is our humanity crossing borders and oceans that transported the divide we felt when the sky was blue and the tide was tame; and now when it is God that tests us I reach for the love from you that we cannot invent
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
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water falls burning; rivers boiling; oceans churning; it’s never love that is wrong if we remember how we walked next to hand-carved banisters; we picked them out together; the storm won’t care; the angels said it doesn’t matter but it does; rebuilding a house, it’s not home until our memories decide to join us; can our tears carve a new path so they can make their way to us; can they give thanks to the prayer that saved our souls because all we prayed for was to smile again? a sea song echoing inside of conch shells; enough to risk singing it again alone on a still beach; shadowed by the surge of seabirds fleeing; their wings promising their return as does the melody inside the fear that knows what it has done when I saw you wander in without a thought of the future; it is our humanity crossing borders and oceans that transported the divide we felt when the sky was blue and the tide was tame; and now when it is God that tests us I reach for the love from you that we cannot invent
mark-lecuona
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
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