Starfish
Spineless sea yogis,
all arms and arms, wedged
into impossible spaces.
Barnacled outcroppings prop
a supple pose, like a shadow,
cast by a heavenly cousin –
held by hope
in the turning of the tide.
They are disciplined servants,
tangled but tough
enduring the absence
of Your wet breath.
I love your final words …
“Tangled but tough … enduring the absence of Your wet breath.”
In them, I read my heart this morning.
Beautiful friend!
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