Forgotten Ground Regained

Bright waves from the wide Caribbean Sea rush onto the sand under the shining sun: see how the translucent turquoise froths and tumblesdown, turning around toward the roots of the palm trees!
Two palm trees stand praying,leaning like lovers,the one against the other,just two friends speaking softly through their fronds –
lay down under their loveliness,and remember the romanceof growing up together, gatheringmemories like melodies for a new song –
the present is touching the past –
hear me, beloved, with your heart, and though far away, be not afraid!In the time of fasting, hold fast, because togetheror apart, our promise, like a white pearl, still persists –
gleaming in the days of silence, when delight endures,or shining in the sweet darkness of the nightwhen hunger awakens the human heartso that our eyes open, and regard the iguana,
who has made his weird way onto the windowsillof our Imaginarium of words and wills, whethermine, yours, or the Divine, Who bends over the years, and wipes away the tears, knowing even our secret wishes and fears –
return to me in righteousness!
Now open your window and look within at the waves:look again, beloved, at these two Living Trees, two trembling souls in terrible darknesswhen the Light finds them on the edge of forever.
Wild it is to take refuge in the wilderness of dreams,unfolding faster than Truth or Time,but here will I content myself in ekphrastic contemplationuntil you answer my prayers in my arms.
Make me brook no delay, but answer my prayers in my arms, beloved, answer me: it isyour voice that my love longs to hear, verily, whispering in the Wind that whistles from
the southeast to the true Northwest.
In Forgotten Ground Regained, Issue 9, Winter 2026 Psalms and Meditations
Friendship
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