Poems from the bottom of my anxious heart
Monday, July 19, 2021
Sea shell
There it is again--his voice
calling far away.
A voice like wind swirling
in a shell. The wind of
my blood
rushing through
my ears rolling
back the stone
of my heart.
He is born
again in
that wind.
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