A/N: Inspired partially by this song.
After the cold sea
Come home to me,
A climb from the northern mountains and sea waves,
This is where we prayed
To come all awayโto be brought the sun
In faith from our footprints, arrived from broken stones,
Without a word to say, made from dust to bones
Born from a tempest to drown in the darkest
To the rhythm in memorial songs,
In our small echoes of rage,
As the fog lifts into time passed,
Being broken under by abstracting shores
Insideโremembrance, weeping down
Into the trees and leaping blood of the cedar tree,
Into Godโs womb.
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19 responses to “Cold Sea.”
Wow, amazing poetry.
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Thank you, friend. ๐
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Omg. I was in blithe reading this. Pure magical โค๏ธ
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Thank you so much. โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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My absolute pleasure. You write beautiful
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Oh wowza, this is stellar–straight from the heart–I LOVE it!
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Aww, thank you. ๐
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You’re most welcome ๐
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Absolutely beautiful, Lucy โฅ
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Thank you. โค๏ธ
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โWithout a word to say, made from dust to bones,โ. Yes!!!
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Thank you. ๐ โค
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We are dust that doesnโt remember we are dust, ha!
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Hi Lucy! Happy Saturday!
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Hi! ๐ Happy Saturday to you as well!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much, friend. ๐
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