we have no candles
neither an altar in our home
our sacred spaces all lie within
not so much by choice
as by accidental embarrassment
of riches – a house too full
of banality to house the holy . . .

yet how many hours we send
prayers into our hearts, up
unto the heavens, out to
manifest the universe . . .

tonight, Juliane, I wish
I had a candle and altar
for you as I whisper prayers
to recognize your passing – I
lend salt back to Mother Earth
running rivers from my eyes.

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