Canticle In Crystal
Sometimes it overwhelms
and breaks open
what holds me,
becomes me
and I a part
of its breath
and surge, one
with no seam or crack
but whole
and giving lift
to words,
song to wind
and waves
to swell across oceans
and wash shores
not known to me before,
a crystal dream,
fragile as glass,
a shell that opens
and lets free
a living world
and light.....
and me.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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