The Secret Page

The missing book,
the weeping hour

thorned into the hands
that find it- a page,

the sound of sighing,
the color of a stone

with shriveled skin
of human kindness,

tender, somber words
that speak of home

and how we might,
at last, reside there.

Here, the shape of life
becomes a vessel where

all things secret loosen,
rise and spill; transforms

shadows in the darkness
into a single, precious prayer.

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