Sea Angel
My church is a crystal ribbon of healing sand.
Where land ends -there nests a sky-blue lighthouse.
The turquoise ribbons, cooling down the sun-splashed land.
Seagulls reciting their verse, pipers sprint about.
Whispers of a child that was swallowed by the hag.
Outside the breakers, the sailboats dip their bows.
Strangers linking hearts, forming a throbbing chain.
A sea angel was born that day, but I never went back again.
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