"Pulse"
The sharp snap echoes across the wood floor
and bounds down the hall: through walls, out doors.
It crackles again and a splintering sigh
drenches my cheeks, drags fists
over sight
(Wide-eyed and weary from staring beyond,
the break shatters again:
my heart in my palm.)
and the Savior,
though distant, still cries: "Carry on!"
(c)KP
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“Beat”
The soft touch of life seeps out the cracks,
The inevitable push again
Will sounds through corridors and brings color to tapestries. A small flutter and the white knuckles soften. Stronger now, the swell rises…
The storms surge pushes tears out
To sea, the toy boat drifts
A beating heart and salty tears
And the Savior whispers: “I’m still here”
© EjW
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