Love life in all its wielded splendor
And freedom's wind redeeming
This lost heretic of sand and foam
I chiseled the near face of god
Whose sinewy hands, bore the Grail
Held high with thirsting fingertips
A new world waiting to be born
Wild fruitful dreams and longing prayers
Sifted and pure, by infinitude
Defying time's envelopment
The long goodbye's relentless grace
I, too, love wonder's bright tears. I also love that you are a poet (and a really good one). You sneaky devil.
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