Your heart, my piece of clay

he whispers.

A vessel of love and light

that he walks right alongside. 

 

Dance with me on the waves

he whispers.

Your feet leave the ground to meet the surface of stillness.

There he listens.

 

Open your hands

he asks so gently.

Your fingers unfurl and your palms lay open to the sun.

Reflecting ripples of light off the water beneath you.

Your heartache comes undone.

 

Sing with me

he invites you.

You take your familiar seat on that dock.

 

Glorious bliss.

And as your voice lifts,

so does the heaviness.