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My Hymn To The One Whom My Soul Loves

You are the wind on a Christmas breeze.
You make me shiver.
You demand your presence to be felt,
but you are nowhere to be found.

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Two joined hands engulfed in flames carved from alabaster. The garden has various shapes of foliage, flowers and a path
Author’s photo of Jim Fletcher’s sculpture in Alabaster “Flaming Hands”

Expelled from your garden

My guardian hands; remain a gate of flaming alabaster.

For looking back I am humbled to salt*

but not before I strike a vast chord

after which all hymns are possible.

*punishment in Genesis

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