The images that come to you on a Sunday morning

Jesus, crucified
in an altar
facing the sea

Desires, Prayer beads
Rain down your skin
as you walk,
into the endless gaze
of a body sprouting blood

You turn away, from the wickfires, glorifying
a sacrifice, and face
the monsoon waves

Love, leaves the shore
again and again
Droplets from the altar
flow past your breath
filling the waters

The sea and the sky,
Pale blues, spilling over each other

You smile, as you notice, a million
crossing overs

wetness over the sandbanks
yellow lights over eyes, closed
sky over your purpose, and
My longings, over
your abundance


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