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for K, J’s, and M.

the moment
it matters most –

when the heart is torn asunder
as anguish and agony do plunder
the already-scarred image of the One 
seemingly
cast aside like jetsam and flotsam
bobbing in a sea of red –

the moment
it matters most
it’s most inexplicable

your toes long to catch
grains of sand in their crevices
your fingerprints reach to press
into the grooves of driftwood
smoothed by the cycles of moon and tide

all to feel something solid, seen
to erect borders and boundaries
so the emptying loss won’t seep all over

the conflicted cosmos 
may paint the unseen skies
in polarities of black and white
but the battles on high
grasped in the mind
cannot sew together
the tears of heartbreak
here below

but this i know 
along the shore
where the sea of red
ebbs and flows
a table is set

scan the horizon
we’ll find it
i’ll sit with you
we’ll wriggle our feet down deep
and run our hands across back and forth
and we’ll drink from the cup together

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired Jan 2022