God is in the world

I would write for myself
After the thawing, in a gold book:
That’s how I know some semblance of Yeshua
still works through my veins. Urgent love to steep-
a honeyed ache would spread like sap on the tongue.
_
I’d remind that I am a pomegranate
bursting with seeds raining to the ground
pouring to the ground
Like money
Ambrose
A waterfall 
Gently laughs 
Through the outburst of fissures
Of rock and calcite In their time of year
_
But it’s thawing year. Open for
minnows to kiss and heat the lake’s surface,
and seal a capsule of heart in rock still pulsing
for each other like a lost well of whispered hymns-
Sustained- A long ache before two small wrists almost touch.

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