I stop
moving.
it is hard.
every stone is a jewel
every shell a new necklace
even my feet feel the pull of distraction's glamorous entourage of bouquets.
life is a feast
but what, here, is sweet?
I wanted to go everywhere
but
at Your Shore
I cannot leave.
Your open arms
hold nothing
but sacred psalms
and all my tears, voiceless and unfitting
pour
into your well.
you have not told me what to do
but you have pried me
from the very wrong I do
just by being more
than I could ever ask for
in a way
I could never ask for it
I Love You
Your Beloved
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