only tears of joy
only a river of purity
gushing through
to clear out all the flotsam
in the most graceful way possible
see her glistening fingers
not miss
one detail
of impurity
of scum
remaining on the bank
see how she scours
every cranny
so no decay blocks
the reflection of light
back to her
oh such dear attention
to even the tiniest discomfort
who wouldn't cry
at such a love as this?
only Infinite Perfect Love
would be so kind
so thorough
so free of effort
resting for no moment
in this image of time
every tick on the clock
brings but another kiss
another kiss
another kiss
from the One Who
watches over us
without sleep,
the true,
the lovely,
the Infinite,
Mystery
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