Slowing tides

He shows His distance

‘I have to leave, again.’

Subtly the moon whispers: ‘I’m still here.

Allow me to hold those tears

I’ve been collecting them all in a mason jar

from the lovers the grievers all the beasts of the season.

When your love returns, my Dear then will I set free those tears,

the oceans now full of all’s despair.

New life will form, your roots firm, earlier will come the dawn

The warmth in your heart growing evermore strong.

So seek the silk curtains dancing in the dark starry night with the open bay window

smell the salt savor the sea

photograph the stars into your eyes

jar it up in your heart

until He returns to thee.