How much do your thoughts weigh, my love?
Mine are heavy.
But you make them seem light.

Repealing all manner of loneliness & depression.

Abstention.

Today I believe
in the impossible.
Improbable.
Holy.

So when we pray,
each into each other’s coffer;
then sending up our light,

Into the sky,
into the center
of the eye;

Where soul meets flesh, meets God.

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