Unbroken

Let us have faith,

If not, then hope we create.

If not possible still, then, succumb to our uncertainty,

Even so, allow all to just be, inadvertently.

And rest bare in the moonlight,

Relax our extremities in tender water, just right,

Grieve to our beloved tunes, reaching,

And pause within the stillness of our weeping.

Encounter our *breath*,

Welcoming the heavenly vessel wealth.

As the container cracks, roughed,

Collapse into the crystal blower’s puff.

A. Johnson

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