Everyone has a plan
but God.
She just weeps and sings.
Teardrops may be many,
but the sorrow is one,
a benediction,
the luminous nectar
pouring from ancestral eyes
that gaze out of the well
inside
water,
beholding the beauty
of a world not quite,
not quite,
a world that
gushes
from seeing,
from the place where
we all go to pray,
the place
where we kissed
before we were conceived.
Photo by Donna Kennedy
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