Beloved, You are
wax and wick;
the candle unlit
as I sit bereft.
Beloved, You are
books unread,
tears not shed,
swallowed songs.
Beloved, You are
prayers waylaid,
paths forsaken;
poems abandoned.
~Cheryl Anne Maris
in an apophatic embrace
Beloved
poems~prayers~ponderings
Brigid's Hearth 
May this be a time of healing and great love ♥️🌹✨☘️
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Thank you, Kind Padre. Blessings to you and yours. ❤
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