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Working to hold back the eruptions
Bubbling up just below the surface

Through this you grace me
With the pain and comfort
Of these companions
Sitting side by side with us

I see you and sense
An opening of those sacred vessels
Uncaging your divine spark
And letting it burst out
It rushes toward me

There is a loud silent sound
Reaching me
As your grip penetrates
Without a touch

I feel an unshackling
And hear the creaking
Of an old rust-covered door
Opening with some resistance
As the twinkling of your spark
With the focus of a laser
Burns through the hinges
And reaches inside
Joining us

The words
In sickness and health
Flash like a vision
As the divine sparks
Connect us, unexpectedly
It is a gift, the most favorite gift
You have given me

July 19, 2026