Small Stones 10-13

Tiny chapel

shelters gravesite and

candlelit altar

which holds

handwritten testaments

of faith

and gratitude.

Worn splints

and crutches,

pain and sorrow

stay behind...

now just castaways.

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Savoring the slightly sweet liquid...

rich, with a slight taste of

mulberry, spice

and smooth vanilla,

watching the beads

roll transparent

down my glass.

Like some leafy creature,

exotic and large,

the philodendron's arms

safeguard a small

and timid creature

underneath its 

green and

somber veil.

Fog rolls serenely in,

and the misty lunar light

becomes radiant

while the quietude and stillness

seem to unearth my soul.