Day 543: Cast
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when the weight is gone
of old clothes
and from the bricks
of broken foundations,
i shall stand on the shore
of this great sea
and say a prayer.
it will be one of thanksgiving
for a frame
stout enough to wear the robe,
and a mind
sharp enough not to fasten it too tight,
for a heart
soft enough to be molded and shaped
but frequently tilled,
and un-petrify-able.
it will be one of expectation,
for that sea
is more wondrous still
than the rock.
it will be one of love,
for that’s all this was ever about,
anyway.
then article
by fitted article,
dropped
and thought
by beguiling thought,
loosed,
i will cast into that deep water
and swim.
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