9-10 teves:
As every drop of G-d’s sweat, every drop of G-d’s tears spill over from His cup, they pour, they drip down, blessing after blessing. One for the girl who cries for her father, far gone; One for the man, faithful in His promises; One for each of His only children. A comfort, A cleansing wash of this planets treasure. The blue that makes this earth the sparkling sapphire to light up, the universe, G-d’s treasure trough.
G-d’s wet embrace, His warm hug, His kiss to close the cracks of man’s heart.
The lullaby to His baby; the “hush” sound of its meet with surface. Pitter patter, splish splash. Splish splash.
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